Lying down on her bag, Emery continued to listen to Rye and smirked when he got defensive with her question. Once he went silent, she said, "Well, what I meant by plan was tactic for survival, which you just explained to me." As she sipped from her canteen, she thought about his wish to keep the tributes from fighting. No doubt the Careers wouldn't buy into it, but she wondered if it would work at all. She shook her head and said, "Even if we don't fight, the Gamemasters would probably send in mutts or stir up disasters to see who can survive instead of who will kill." Looking at him, she smiled wryly and lamented, "Either way we lose."<br/><br/>Emery shrugged and sighed, "Oh well." She jerked her head to either side to crack her neck. "I'm worn out. You talk too much." She gave him a smile to indicate she was only teasing.<span style="font-style: italic">He's probably sensitive</span>, she thought,<span style="font-style: italic">and will deny it if it's pointed out.</span>When she began to turn away from him, she thought about how ready he was to kill her only a few minutes ago. With that in mind, she faced him as she lied on her side and held her crowbar to her chest.<br/><br/>For the next several minutes, Emery struggled to keep her eyes partially open so she could watch Rye.<span style="font-style: italic">You're not getting passed this girl, mister</span>, she thought with a smirk. As she slipped into the first stage of sleep, her first encounter with Rye sprang into memory. Her eyes shot open as she remembered how rude he was to not let her go through the door first. She was about to allow him through, but since he didn't pause to let her go first, she continued through.<span style="font-style: italic">Still rude, I see</span>, she thought with a sigh.