Her eyes fix on the image of Arturas, stern and handsome, an imposing looking gentleman. Jennifer's eyes crinkle slightly, the vague ghost of a smile. It isn't a look of love so much as a look of pure admiration. "I do, when he is in the Capitol. The nature of his work requires him to oversee matters in the Districts, you see."

At last she breaks her gaze and looks back to Albert. "Why do you ask?"