She moves forward with her arms wide to give him a hug. In the Arena, where human contact is only to harm or heal, it's practically a rebellious gesture. Her smile is genuine, as much for herself as the cameras.

"Well, I was trying to leave a path, but that hasn't kept me from getting lost." She give him a squeeze and lets go. "I haven't found Courfeyrac or Guy yet, and I saw Pruna at the Cornucopia but lost her."

This Arena, alliances are probably the most important. There's so much less a chance of betrayal. But as Venus is about to voice those thoughts, a sound rings out over the sky, the sound of a completed murder, and reality's cruelty becomes apparent. She frowns.

"Looks like some people are playing the old-fashioned way."