Clara. Bringing up her name seems to get Alex to back down slightly, his shoulders relaxing with a soft hum, his face relaxing a fraction. "Yeah. Yeah, she basically said that."

He turns away from the doctor, paces for a bit, and then stands there with his hands on his graphene hips like he'd meant to shove his hands in his pockets only to realize he wasn't wearing jeans anymore.

"So this is how it'll be. The rest of my life. I starved back in the Arena." Alex turns back to Norton. "So that means I can't even eat like a normal person?"

The very least he can do is find out what he can and can't do. The Capitol techs have been a lot less helpful, come to think of it. Maybe that's part of the entertainment value, the whole seeing how the newbie cyborg handles it on the fly.