Molotov takes some time to digest all of that, thinking about how strange but malleable it was. Stephen had said most of the tributes weren't willing to play the PR game. If she could play the game and craft her own image, control it all by actually being involved and wearing the role like a costume, then did she really care what a bunch of freaky-looking assholes behind their screens thought of her?

The answer was no, not as long as they were shelling out their money to send her gifts.

"Thank you," she finally answers, nodding at Harley, and doesn't say anything more.