"We know that a little bit before you and I got here, they supposedly bombed the Training Center and killed a Tribute. We know that they can hack the network, or at least someone can who makes it look like them."

She folds her hands, one over the other, and rests her head on them, elbows to the table.

"It's not much, but it's enough to believe that there's organization going on somewhere. Just not within the Tributes. The Arena's an, um, a microcosm of the District rivalries. We're too busy trying to survive to organize."