[Treating this as some kind of elaborate game-for-show would be philosophically similar to how Lucrezia views, well, everything, so she doesn't at all question Finnick's wording when he approaches her. She had seen him out of the corner of her eye before- she always has her eyes peeled for a snack- but she was content to let him come to her.

Imagine her delight when he addresses the world at large, in her close proximity.]

Darling, there are never any rules. The objective is always the same though, isn't it? Survive, plan, thrive, conquer.