There were several feelings mixing in Sandy's gut right now that made for an uncomfortable sort of toxicity. On the one hand there was a weird feeling of satisfaction in someone else reacting with horror at what she'd lived through. Was it validation? Maybe. But in Panem since everyone else was in the same mess the only people who ever seem truly horrified by the situation were the new arrivals.

There was also a sort of disappointment, her father had told her stories of the great Spider-man since she was too young to remember. Stories to emphasize virtue, having a sense of humor and most important? Responsibility. Then when she'd found out that the legendary Spider-man was just an old man in her world who she watched get run through with a knife...well the legend seemed so much less impressive.

And now here he was, a kid like her. A few years older sure but he looked ready to throw up. She'd already known that under the mask and behind the stories was a mortal man but right now she wasn't sure if this Peter was even close to the same status as the Peter her father had known.

"Uh...that's not even some of the worst stuff. Serious." She shrugged her shoulders awkwardly "You probably don't wanna hear about that. But on the upside there were adults too? I mean...OK it doesn't make it much better but I guess before they started kidnapping people from other universes they always used kids. Then they changed the game so it was kids and adults from other worlds instead of their own."

And it's not like the kids in the districts were that much safer. They still led crappy lives from what Sandy had seen.