Cleo stared at him silently. 200 people? How could that be? Surely...she dropped her head in her hands and sighed heavily, "I can't die" She whispered. She refused to cry. She sighed, and looked up as he offered her the col. "I can't take that!" She said, shaking her head, "its yours!" 

She closed her eyes, tight, and swallowed around a painful lump that formed in her throat. 200 people, maybe more, and here she was, trying not to cry for strangers. Although, the moment this death game had started, they had all become family. Battling to survive. 

As she thought that, that was when she cried, burying her face in her hands, she sat there and sobbed. She didn't even have the chance to reply to his offer of a room. She shook, and tried very hard to get herself under control, failing. What if she died, how would her family be? "Oh, god"