"Maybe," she agreed. "Guess I'll have to do my best to win whatever comes out," she added cheerfully, but she didn't think she would. She was scrawny, barely educated, not all that fast, and while she occasionally had a flash of clever, she definitely wasn't a great thinker. No, whatever challenges were presented, she'd follow along and probably come in last, and she definitely wouldn't win a prize.
Unless they gave out prizes for trying real hard. Even then though, it was hard to want to try when she knew she wasn't going to win. Oh well. The thoughts were all kind of moot anyway; there wasn't currently a challenge - unless getting warm was one.
Come to that, maybe she'd head up to her room to finish her lunch and take a shower because the cold of the pants on her ankles was starting to feel irritating and she wanted dry pants. And socks. "I'm going to head back upstairs," she said. "Wet pants," she added with a gesture to her cuffs. "Not you," she assured him. "If you don't feel like taking her out later, let me know. I'd be happy to play with her again."