Shit. No. She shouldn't be as said to like him, maybe past tense but... oh, okay, just for the win. That wasn't so bad. District five might still me fine.

He accepts her observation, simple note. It's kind of funny, in a distant sense. There were some what would say he's exactly as he ought to look, cut down and cut up. Technically, he's been made clean by them, purified and better. But all still, this remains a state unnatural, enough others are being to notice.

He breathes deep, the air whistling though his teeth and shuddering on its way out. He remains attentive, head lifting just a little. Just enough he can see, without making eye contact, she's fine, she stayed out and away from the harsh noise.