It's not the only thing that's well-oiled, Jolie thinks, but she decides that present company might not appreciate the joke and so the compliment takes precedence. A sly smile takes place of the smirk as she plays at looking bashful, waving him off while silently thanking some vast and powerful deity for the Avox's drink redemption.

"Plenty proud, but it's not all on me. Sweet of you to notice, though." Just a huge amount of it is on her, obviously. "So, not enough pay, right? You'd think they'd up it, they just took our workload and multiplied it by a hundred." Five times the amount of Tributes, multiple Arenas and Crownings? If Jolie didn't love her job she'd be gone.

"Unruly, really? Seven must be something else." She looks almost owlish, trying to press the subject away as subtly as possible. "Guess I must be lucky, then. Most of mine know what they're here for- except one guy. A new guy. I found him in the kitchen trying to set his beard on fire with a toaster and he told me he's a Captain." She rolls her eyes in exasperation. "All these people coming in who haven't got a clue about technology are doomed. They need school for all these people they're pulling in from the past."