She's well used to Joel's fretting by now - the weirder thing is to have Tess there for it. It feels more real, somehow, here. The arena always did feel more like home than the Capitol. What difference did it make, really, getting torn apart by dinosaurs instead of Infected?

She practically rips at the skates to get them off, but doesn't abandon them - the blades will come in useful later, she knows.

"Yeah. Yeah, clothes. Some fucking food. Did you guys get anything before the place went boom?" She asked, glancing first at Joel and then at Tess - catching sight of something in the woman's palm. She didn't ask about it - she didn't need to. Either it was something useful, and they'd tell her, or it was a token, in which case she didn't need to know.