"From this, Sir?" She brushes her finger over her cheek. "I tried to break my Mama from the prison. They gave us both a brand. Lots of us have one. See - " She pulls up her sleeves and puts her elbows on the table. On each skinny wrist is a heavy manacle, inset with the Capitol insignia.

"This for running away. They killed me for that, too. And for not fighting their bugs. This - " She strokes the one on her right wrist - "As well as the brand. And they killed the man who loved me and made me watch. This is why they give me the needles now - I do not like to sleep any more. There are too many men in the shadows."

She shakes her head. "Sir, this is a good thing to see me. You do not want to take my path. Nobody likes me here."