Eponine, huh. With that and the 'mademoiselle's... "Est-ce que vous êtes française?" she asks haltingly, with the accent and pacing of someone learning it in school. "...I should be in my study group right now."
And she glances away at that, like that's the thing that gets her to realize that this is her real life right now.
"The poison sure hurt," she mutters petulantly, shifting her hands on her shoulders to try and protect them. But she has no intention of dying yet, and they need a place to cool off without getting heatstroke. "It doesn't look like there's much shade anywhere." She's seen tents and the like in the previous arenas, maybe they could get a hold of one-- but she didn't get a chance to grab anything from the Cornucopia before collapsing, so they'd have to find something here.
"...Sand, honey." Did she not know the word or something?
The Capitol sure is nice for kidnapping her, and their clothes were hideous and they made her fight, but she'd much rather be there than here. Still, she seizes on the opportunity to talk about the dresses. "I can tell, your outfit is super cute," she says, looking her up and down. "Not like this hideous thing, ugh. So 2004."
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And she glances away at that, like that's the thing that gets her to realize that this is her real life right now.
"The poison sure hurt," she mutters petulantly, shifting her hands on her shoulders to try and protect them. But she has no intention of dying yet, and they need a place to cool off without getting heatstroke. "It doesn't look like there's much shade anywhere." She's seen tents and the like in the previous arenas, maybe they could get a hold of one-- but she didn't get a chance to grab anything from the Cornucopia before collapsing, so they'd have to find something here.
"...Sand, honey." Did she not know the word or something?
The Capitol sure is nice for kidnapping her, and their clothes were hideous and they made her fight, but she'd much rather be there than here. Still, she seizes on the opportunity to talk about the dresses. "I can tell, your outfit is super cute," she says, looking her up and down. "Not like this hideous thing, ugh. So 2004."