He actually paused at that, raising an eyebrow and glancing down at her glass.

"Well. I can't fault you for that," He said, and said it honestly. The fact that the mentors had gone into the arena had surprised even him, and it was more than obvious to him that she wasn't lying. She cared about her district. He wasn't sure that caring made her any better at her job (in fact, was quite convinced of otherwise), but he couldn't blame her for it.

There was something comforting about it, though God only knew he would never admit it to her.