"Okay, we'll only give them thirty percent of the credit, then." Cindy laughed. She did like her stylists, out of everyone from the Capitol. If you had to like someone, have it be the people who dressed you and could have you surgically altered. That was something she didn't want to ever happen. But you never knew what they had to fix here.

God, that made her shiver. If she prayed, she would pray to whoever that when she died here (and she knew she would), it would be something quick, and not cutting off her head. Morbid thoughts for a morbid place, and she closed the distance, sitting side to side.

"I've been doing all right, actually. I hope you don't mind me not telling you where I'm staying. You never know who's listening." She pointed upward quickly.