He needed her to explain some things and ask why she was helping.  When he finally met her in person she insisted on washing away the blood covering his face and treat his wounds. She went through her own impressive stockpile to help him. It didn't take a genius to figure out how Esme gained mostly unused weaponry along with enough supplies for nearly every other living tribute and all of it without getting a single scratch or stain on.

She was in perfect condition clutching a black and grey metallic baton.  " Why did you save me?" Andy asked her quietly. " You kept from looking like a fool and kept me from getting in over my head. " She looked at him before answering her eyes flashing blue.

' Otto your father's estranged father was the only person Emma Frost could count on after being forced into this game. He kept her sane and from hurting herself as a child. When he died there a debt we thought we could never repay. Then as afriad as you were you became a tribute.  I knew you were definitely Otto's grandson and that you needed my help. This is being broadcast and if you want a sponser or at least someone to feel bad or like you have a chance and to send you something follow my lead."

Then she started talking regularly. " I couldn't let your potential go to waste or let you be so hard on yourself.  Now that I've treated those injuries we can go through what I acquired to see what you need."

Andy acted like he didn't need one. With cockiness and confidence he didn't actually have he acted like it would just slow him down. Andy nearly took his head off and cut his wrists when he tried using any blades.  Projectiles he was awful with along with anything blunt.  But surprisingly a chain was good for it. Outfitted with a crescent curved freshly sharpened blade.

She made a fire and they talked things that were true but would make them look good. And seem more capable but also with an unlikely underdog and badass tram up.

Andy talked about being bullied and how he sometimes felt like he was an unremarkable person. That was Esme's cue for to talk about how she thought his ability was the perfect unknown chaotic wild card for this game and how had a better chance. 

Then she talked about her slightly isolated childhood and how the population of her own stuck up district.  They both attempted to hrat up rations and failed.  They joked with each other and with what came next confused him.

He had never being on air or been kissed by a girl  or even trying to lie to probably hundreds watching.  So having that happen all at once and it not feeling fake confused him. It wasn't an act and actually felt emotional,  heated and true.

From then on they relied on each other. Esme bringing in the most sadistic competitors in close or giving them horrifying living nightmares when Andy finished them. Then came the last one a kid younger then Andy but driven mad by fear and paranoia.

He wasn't willing to reason or just stand down acting on crazed instinct and Andy broke his weapon and a few bones before the kid finally hit the ground.  Esme had exhausted herself and they were happy they were okay.

But it was just them in this nightmarish sick game and they wouldn't kill each other. He wouldn't dig his blade out of the dead body or use his power.  She didn't force him to kill himself.  They had become so much more then a team in thus madness.  They didn't think of anything but themselves.  They were most likely likely going to die but not reduced to traitors.