Irice doesn't seem to respond to the commentary about her not being a team player...and the truth is, she doesn't really trust any of these people all that much.  What small camaraderie that had been formed between them would be easily severed if it came down to only one of them surviving, and while Irice might not be guilty of having the greatest amount of brains in the world, she can easily envision a scenario where she has to fight each of these people.  And from getting to know them, she's certain that most of them deserve to be digested almost as much as the ones that had set up this arena in the first place.<br/><br/>Although her words had delineated a realistic scenario about the intentions of those overseeing these games, she can tell that the reality of that possibility creates quite a bit of tension, with Adriaan the first to react, and then the naga.  It takes her a few moments to try and find words that are appropriate for begin the cutting of that tension, but finally she manages to think of something that the rogue might find more acceptable.  "For the most part, I find the proceedings of these matches to go against the laws of Torag and myself.  I'd much rather force those that are orchestrating it for entertainment into the last prison they'll ever see.  I have no personal grudge against any of you.  While somewhat young as far as my people go, I've still seen over seven decades already, and have watched as most of your peoples grow old, good friends turning on each other, betrayal from your lesser-lived races.  I cannot profess to understand the motivations of those that watch this entertainment or those that create it, except that it's not something that should not exist, and I hope to put an end to the macabre entertainment.  After all, I'm not here due to any laws that I've broken.  I came to see an end to this sort of thing, and from the inside seemed to be the best place to facilitate that.  While I've planned for the eventuality of betrayal, I don't have any intentions of going after any of you unless it is force to preserve my life.  Don't doubt my loyalty to the team."  She says, her first words full of heavy emotion that eventually winds down with her last statement being said in an almost emotionless voice.<br/><br/>With Nilia becoming more actively involved in the planning, Irice begins to consider the words of the naga that aren't filled with venom towards her.  "Rope...that would be a good means to trip them up.  It would take a bit of preparation, but we might have enough between us to severely reduce a cavalry charge.  After all, anything moving at that speed will undoubtedly trip when charging...and if they don't trip, they'll become impaled on the spears instead!"  Unlike her previous calmness, she's beginning to get slightly excited about the possibilities of what they can do with their equipment...provided that they actually have enough rope to make it worth using at any rate.  "Also, if any of you have anything that can be ignited, it would help me shape the battlefield a little more easily.  A simple spark to set a blaze amidst our enemies."<br/><br/>After saying all this, she looks back over at Nilia with a small smirk.  "You better be glad that I'm rather difficult to guzzle.  It may be that my presence outside of a belly will be just what Nilia needs to go undigested inside of a horse stomach.  Try not to let anyone besides me tie your tail in a knot...and be careful to avoid getting wrapped around anyone's fingers as well while we're at it."  Her eyes glance pointedly at Brelia, the only other healer in the group that seems to be flirting with the large snake-woman.  Not that she has any amorous designs herself towards either the naga or the cat...more that she doesn't want them growing too distracted by increasing attachments before a big fight.