"We have a few redheads here, but very few with freckles. Trust me, she'll stand out."

She nodded, looking no less bothered. "It's a mistake for the few that get under the capitol's skin, though lately I think they're getting a little more Avox happy with it. Bottom line, stay in good graces. They can eventually bring you back, but you don't want to count on that."

It sounded like a fucking miserable existence, and it made her sick knowing it was Starkiller's fate.

"It's be a pretty shitty thing to do, wouldn't it? You can't drink, but you can totally fucking die for us! The hypocrisy would be staggering. But I don't go overboard. There are more than enough alkies around here."

She raised an eyebrow. "Milk and sugar in tea? I thought you were only supposed to do that for coffee."