Kay's already walking her deliberate, full-bellied pace over to the southern entrance as soon as the crowd's started to break apart. She wasn't doing this for fun, after all, even if there was fun in it- nor was she doing it for gold, though she cheerfully picked up all the coins that got within her reach. "Winning's the thing, four-hooves," she tells the centaur. "First match, you need to make an impression, you go flashy. Last match, you just need to live, you just need to win, yeah?" She grins, and accepts the helping hand when offered.<br/><br/>As the other 'survivors file south with them, Kay snorts. "Yeah, that's fine, then. You fought together, though. And now she's food and you're not. Congrats." They pass by Irice, and Kay just shakes her head. "Good instincts, heart's in the right place, but you don't tear down an entertainment organization by preaching to the people you just entertained. It's the bosses you gotta dig into, but I guess sometimes people gotta vent." They continue on, and after being told that they're free, "Hey, if I ate one of those two, could I take them with me, or would that still count as theft of property?" She jabbed her thumb at the leftover B-team soldiers. Adriaan, it seemed, had the same thought, and she gave the man a wink. "Never know your luck. Anyway, I'll probably end up back here eventually," Kay predicts, "So long term plans aren't gonna be something I wanna discuss." With the guards and arena employees<span style="font-style: italic">right there</span>, Kay wasn't about to talk about what she wanted to actually do.