[she peers again at the saw inside the bag. it's identical to the one Finnick just placed down; nothing else special about it. she figures they might as well try to get facts straight with a recap; maybe an idea would spring up while they're going over what they already know.]

There are two saws, so we're probably meant to each have one. It wouldn't make sense for us to fight. The cuffs and the chain can't be broken.

[she's slowly forming an idea as she verbalizes her thoughts... and she's not liking it one bit. please, please, please let her be wrong.]

... Are we supposed to cut through something else?