She nods. "You're not my enemy, you're my Escort. I've been doing this whole thing a long time, before your country brought me here. I know how it goes. I appreciate your work."

She isn't under the impression that the people behind the curtain, so to speak, are automatons. Just because they don't know what it's like in the Arena doesn't mean they aren't working hard, that they aren't human. Capable of the same secret lives as anyone.

So she doesn't pry, doesn't comment further, and let's Porrim dictate that the conversations gets business-like again.

"Good. I can probably do photoshoots and all better than I can do interviews right now. Especially if they catch me in profile." She turns her face and hides her brand with her hand. "Ta-dah."