[She’s waiting for him when he enters the prep room, standing behind the table and watching him inquisitively. The guards who had brought her here had left the room, presumably on his orders. Which means he has either money, power, or both. Given this, she isn’t completely surprised when she sees a flash of an MID on his hand as he lays out the objects on the table before her. His face is unfamiliar, but she should have guessed he was a crewman -- hopefully, that means he wants to get her out of here just as badly as she wants to leave.

She examines his offerings, particularly the weapons. She picks them up one at a time, feeling the weight and balance of them in her hand as he speaks. When he’s done, her gaze flicks back to him.] You probably got a better view of the place than I did from where I was standing, [she says sardonically. They certainly hadn’t shown her any exits before shoving her in that holding cell.] Assuming I can get myself out of the ring, you see any exit routes or vulnerabilities I could use?