She's afraid of becoming the kind of person who justifies the means with whatever made up end that happens to suit the moment. It would be so easy, and so incredibly convenient. It feels like something that would be difficult to come back from.

But he just sort of called her pretty, and she's not really sure how to react? Because Beth hasn't thought of herself as anything in a long while. And mostly because she's not pretty in the way the Capitol seems to like, all perfect and airbrushed. Especially not with the scars slicing across her cheek and forehead.

They like their beauty standards unattainable and painful. Which would almost be familiar if she'd lived anywhere but the middle of nowhere.

She's still sort of staring at him for a couple seconds more.

"...You're not gonna make me get any weird surgeries, are you?"

Not that she'd go willingly, but they also don't get much of a choice in anything.