Laia hadn't thought that the way home would end up being so simple, so easy. Not that the past days hadn't been their own sort of hell, but she'd been so certain that she'd have to fight her way through so, so much more. It almost feels like a trap. She isn't sure that she should trust it. But when she looks about for reassurance, for a second opinion, she finds the great majority of her Capitol-side companions rushing to form that chain and save the day.

"...You guys have got this! I know it!" And she means it. It's their war to fight, not hers. Her war, if the truth has been told, is through that gate. She turns and gives a salute and a tight smile to those few she's come to know, and the bolts for it. Anyone who tries to stop her will have hell to pay.