To tell the truth, Jolie hadn't been terribly offended by the avoidance. Some tributes are like that. Cagey, antisocial, aggravating, Joel. It happens. If there'd been more time before the Arena, Jolie might have made a concentrated effort to get into that pretty face, but it ain't worth the rush. She'll come round when she bites the dust, and she bit it a lot faster than Jolie ever expected. Whoops.

Currently, he's in his work room, the door slightly ajar as he had intended to leave it soon. He doesn't get dragged up to sit around in a work room, after all. He's just having some predrinks.. Okay. A huge predrink, while he sketches out some outfits for his tributes. There are discarded sketches all around the room, some of them more identifiable than others. There's Charles in a sharp suit, pinstripes to make him look taller. Braniac in white to contrast the particularly bright green that Jolie has scribbled all over his face and.. a picture of Joel as a yeti. For no particular reason.

At the exhale, he looks up, a well drawn eyebrow arching curiously as he pauses the sketch. "Oh hello. Look what the cat dragged in."