There was some sort of small miracle at play right now. Cosette had initially so distracted by Marius's hand in hers, that she hardly noticed the change in broadcast. She had turned her gaze back to the projection in time for Courfeyrac to leap into her line of sight alarmingly. Smiling a little, and really seeing no reason to question his intents, she gave her husband's hand another squeeze before nodding her head.

"If you would care for the help, I'm more than happy to give it."

She had to be useful in some way, after all. And she hated the fact that the Capitol was projecting private conversations for all to see. This was the easiest way for her to show her distaste.