[ feasibly, manuela could also find the "stronger shit" once these ridiculous games are over (and frankly she probably still will) but the fact she hasn't had anything since the games began has already worn her thin, so once he makes it clear she's got free reign with the rest of the drink, she's tossing it back with a seasoned snap of her head. the glass clinks audibly on the bench beside her, where she sets it. ]

I've been fortunate enough to avoid the ring, [ she mutters. she is a marginally better mood now that she's had something to dull the buzzing beneath her veins that constantly begs for more, more, more, but that just means she's more sullen than angry. ] But that game with the paint... What awful weapons.

[ truthfully, she would be littered with bruises from that game alone, were it not for her healing abilities.

with a sigh she tips her head back against the wall behind them, trying to finally seek that relaxation this portion of the events keep encouraging. ]

At least this heat is pleasant on the skin.