Nill smiles, and though it reaches her eyes more than the last one did, it's also just a little sad. She's more than happy to give him something that actually lets him feel connected to the world when it seems like so little else does, but she's more than a little bit conflicted that it's about shared methods of self-destruction and escapism, because she knows that's what it is for him, and that's what it is for her, too.

no. I haven't been injured here.

No means to start it, and she hasn't gone to seek it out. At the few Capitol parties that she's been to she's mostly kept to herself. The two pulls from the bottle are the most substance abuse she's done since she arrived here (unless you count cigarettes; she doesn't).

Her pen has stilled against the napkin though, and she doesn't pass it over to him yet, though he'd probably be able to read what was there if he looked. After a few long seconds she reaches for the bottle again and downs another mouthful, cringing again, and she cringes again, but there's no coughing. She writes and passes it over.

there was someone that I loved very much who did everything he could get.
he probably would have tried morphling his first day here.