In the days since the arena, Jane has been dealing the only way she knows how: by giving everyone a wide berth. Knowing that there are people she needs to check in with, Clementine above all, doesn't stop this latest freezeout. There's too much to process, too much she knows that some of them don't, too much obligation she never asked for.

It's easier to wander. She's died twice now, it's gonna take some time for Jane to have it in her not to take the easy way out.

At least the Capitol doesn't leave her wanting for distractions. Even the people who live here are distractions-- she's lost count of the number of times she's straight up gawked at someone's hair or clothes. Just watching them go about their day is weird, and there's just so many of them. She can't remember the last time she saw so many living people.

That's when she spots him, well away from the sea of sore thumbs. The alley draws her attention as well, a small break in the immaculate storefronts. She comes to a stop on the sidewalk, trying to get a better look at what he's doing.

It's the cats that ultimately draw her over. She can't help her curiosity, not when it's been years since she's seen one too. She hesitates a bit when it comes to taking the few steps keeping her out of Cole's line of vision, sticking to the alley's nearest wall once she does.

Jane would have been happy to spectate a bit before moving on, but the words just spill out of her mouth when she spots what he's holding.

"... You're feeding them bread?"