She lets herself smile a little, as he describes it. Not from her world, obviously, at least not from her time period. But that was okay. If she could have chosen a time she would have chosen something pre apocalypse too. She likes stories about the time from before, and she knows the smell that he's describing. The city didn't smell good - human despair never did - but she almost tells him about how the wilderness takes over the world. How she saw giraffes, just before she was brought here. But that makes her think about spring and that makes her think about Winter and that makes her think about Joel, and she doesn't want to.

So when Hawkeye asks about him, her smile vanishes. Her brows furrow, and she looks at the ground.

"He's my--" But she stumbles there. It was impossible to explain. Friend? Father? "He was hired to help me get somewhere," She settles on, finally, the truth - if the absolute barest bones of it. Anything more and she's afraid she might tear a hole in her chest.

"We were almost there when I got brought here, and-- and he didn't come. He's not here, it's just me."

Honest truth is that she's furious with him. Even though if she thought about it rationally she knew it wasn't his fault. It wasn't like the Capitol gave them a choice. But she was still angry.

Everyone fucking left in the end.

Maybe it was grief.

"So it doesn't matter."