As Kyle spoke, Grace turned once again to glance in his direction. [b]"This isn't a serial killers' world. You don't have time to plan everything, missy..."[/b]

Outwardly, she showed nothing but confidence. The left corner of her mouth twitched up into the slightest of smirks. Her gaze remained even, staring at Kyle for just a second longer than anyone would be comfortable with before looking away. Her posture was rigidly perfect, shoulders back, pulled up to her full height. 

But inwardly, she realized the truth of his words. They weren't on the streets of New York City. When she'd left a trail to follow, when she'd let herself get caught, she had taken a huge leap of faith. Now, she was wondering if she that leap had been too great. She'd had no idea what to expect. She'd known only that she would have the chance to end the lives of those who deserved to die. 

Grace was an efficient killer on the streets, where she had the cover of night and the shadows of darkness on her side. Where she could fold herself up so small she could hide anywhere in a person's home, and strike when they least expected. But here? In an arena? If there was close combat, she was dead in the water. A single punch could be the end of her frail little body, especially if it came from that giant Jarred. 

This feeling she felt...it was not unlike fear. 

She prayed inwardly that there would be somewhere to hide when she entered the arena. If they were being supplied with weapons, no matter how poor, perhaps they would also be provided with a dynamic and realistic playing field. If she could disappear into the cracks and crevasses where no one would think to look, she might stand a chance at surprising her opponent. 

Grace was drawn out of her internal reverie by the sound of the announcer's voice again, proclaiming the first brawl. Aiden against Wilson. The former was at the far end of the common area, but the latter was at her end. He had been the confident one, the one who had believed this to be a snuff film. [i]Well, this will be interesting,[/i] she thought to herself, sitting down cross-legged in the centre of her cell.