"If I knew how to get out..." there wouldn't a Panem to leave behind. But Shepard couldn't say that, though her tone promised violence. She pressed her lips together tightly, then took a breath to try again, "Look, let's start with the basics. Walk with me-- this way."

Always good to start with the basics. Besides, she was hungry and there was a nice little cafe down this way. It was usually crowded in the mornings, choked with rubberneckers looking to meet a tribute, but by now most of them had cleared out for work, or school, or whatever these people did all day that wasn't comprised of making her own life hell.

"You know why you're here, right? What have they told you?"