Jessica never saw the point of pride. It never seemed practical to her in a world where people send kids to die for entertainment and the survivors have to shuffle the next batch on to a slaughter.

Which means she's in the dining car not long after Percy, brushing past him and grabbing the nearest bottle of liquor.

She takes a swig and looks him over. Not for the first time ever, but the first time actually caring about assessing him. How soon will this one die?

Another swig.

"Eat if you're hungry, kid. Just don't throw up on me if you get queasy."