She casts a warm smile at her two allies getting along. She doesn't know if it's easier with the possibility of all three of them getting out alive (of the two of them getting out alive - she still isn't sure how she'll strangle an artful suicide out of this Arena too), or if they're both just cordial enough in the Arena. Courfeyrac was, after all, kind enough to Kankri, persnickety as her favorite troll was.

"Guy Crood, but I haven't seen him yet. He'll probably be a bit hard to find, he's good at the survival skills thing." With the three of them, it's easy enough to keep an eye on all possible directions, and Venus tucks her machete into the belt loop on her pants. "On the note of survival skills, what's in the pack, Wyatt? And I take it no one's found any of those tokens or items or whatever we're supposed to get yet?"

She rubs at her neck, where the necklace she never took off until last week used to lay. It takes a moment to remember she gave it to Ellie.