Claire gave him the facial equivalent of a shrug, then swept a hand out casually in that universal After You fashion. She followed him close on the way to the game tents, though avoiding the clouds of hairspray residue that followed a lot of the teenage girls in the crowd proved impossible. She just learned to hold her breath when she saw one coming.
"They're all probably rigged," she mentioned casually, and close enough to him to not draw attention. "But the shooting gallery's your best bet for fairness- unless you're competing with me but- you know," Claire teased.