She doesn't go any further with her knee under the table, but she does meet Enjolras' eyes with a question in her face before turning back to Max and Wyatt. Is this okay? It's still so difficult testing the boundaries of what they're both comfortable with, so invested in each others' minds and hearts that they have no idea what to do with flesh and blood.

"Really? Because the infighting between the Tributes tells me we've lost focus." She takes the lemon out of her drink and wrinkles her nose a bit as she sets it aside. She's found none of the fondness for sourness that she has for sweets. As if to make her point, she glances over at Enjolras' black eye and split lip, and rubs her finger over the cut on her own mouth.

"We have sentiment on our side, but you can't tell me that there's anything in the way of proper organization. And I'm not the organizing type, honestly, but someone out there has to just...not tapping all the good will they've got from the Tribs here."