With a shrug of reluctant defiance, and the roll of her conforming eyes, Thea realized she probably should do just as everyone else did and make her way out onto the arena floor. While not particularly thrilled that she had to play along, the slave collar around her neck itching some as she angrily carried herself with every ounce of grace out of the room, Thea began to understand that survival was key, and if she wanted to make it out of this alive, and without too much shame, she had to fight to win. That's exactly what she had planned on doing too...