"Maybe I was, maybe I just know people who were." Her answer is cheeky, delivered with a smile that says she most definitely was involved in some of those disappearings. Not all of them, of course; she's only one woman.

There's a snort, because yeah, Molotov can see that maybe that would not be a scene worth remembering in one's life. "You die in the arena, and you just get brought back to life in the Capitol. Exactly like you were when you came here, not a scratch from your new death. They just keep bringing us back over and over, to fight in the arenas endlessly. It's only over when you win or... well, the best I have been able to discern is that sometimes, people just don't come back after they die. No one is sure why."

She leans in as well, wrinkling her nose. "But don't die outside of the arena. Sounds like the last one who did wound up in a garbage bag. A small one."