After Rachel and Nate were dragged away by peacekeepers, she had been in a constant state of growing hysteria. Rogue had tried to calm her down, tried to tell her there was no stopping them and they shouldn't try to even if they could. On some level, they both understood why Nate had to do this, why it was important. Rogue was sad, but there was no stopping Remy when he'd made up his mind about something, and Nate was no different. Rachel knew that, but absorbing Nate's thoughts and plans for the arena were haunting her. She couldn't get the image of his body engulfed in fire out of her head, and she eventually had to be sedated.
When she came to, she was dressed and ready for the arena, still disoriented when she was put into the launching tube and taken up. The first thing that happened was the sunlight nearly blinded her, immediately covering her eyes as her platform rose to the surface of the arena and came to a grinding halt. The countdown was already at ten, and Rachel opened her eyes in a panic, frantically searching around for the other tributes on platforms as she tried to locate Nate. He was all the way on the other side, and she knew what was going to happen before it happened, but that didn't make it any easier to watch.
"NO!" Rachel shrieked at the top of her lungs, but her scream got lost in the loud explosion that rocked that half of the platforms. Her knees were threatening to buckle, seeing his body ripped apart in the explosion leaving her so shaken and stricken with grief that she almost missed the end of the countdown. 3... 2... 1. Go, Rachel. Go!
Rogue's stern voice urged her off the platform, forcing her legs into movement and Rachel shook it off, her grief temporarily replaced by anger as she took off at a dead run for the Cornucopia. She wasn't paying attention to the tributes around her, taking note of the speed and ease at which she was running. At the time she hadn't been thinking about Remy's agility being a factor in what she absorbed, but it sure was useful now. She'd almost made it to the pile of bags. Rachel's plan was to grab what she could and make a run for the treeline, and if anyone tried to stop her, she'd blast them. For Nate.