He would surely look at a map of Panem and compare it to his memories of maps from back home. It wasn't completely comforting, but in a way it did give him hope to imagine that even in this hellish place, France might be only an ocean away.

"I prefer the sunshine, too. But that is because I am from the south." He felt the sudden pang of nostalgia in his chest, realizing that this was the first time since his resurrection that he'd thought of his home without immediately thinking of Paris.

A blink and the thought was vanquished however. What good were bittersweet memories of a languid youth when compared to the beauty of someone alive and present and real? If anything, or anyone could make him forget himself and everything else, it was the lady in his presence. What was it about her? He couldn't say precisely, he only knew that she had a beautiful smile and that she was utterly fascinating to him.

"Have you had much chance to travel in this world, this Panem?" His question was innocent enough. Having arrived not forty-eight hours before, he was unfamiliar with all of the restrictions put in place. Of course he could see they were trapped in this room, just as they'd been trapped throughout their voyage, but the ins and outs and all the rules were still fresh to him.