Oceana lets out a bark of laughter. "Thank Snow for that," she says, a silent hallelujah that her tributes have remained largely harmless as well. The queen smirks, rolling her eyes skyward. "Oh, lord, where do I begin?"

She begins to tick off on long fingers. "First of all, there's fucking I-Won't-Take-My-Harness-Off, ultimate leather daddy Bull boy." She shakes her head, eyes pressed shut. "Trying to dress that one is a fucking nightmare. Psiionic is barely understandable and has the worst color preference known to man. Elsa is darling but has terrible self-esteem for a queen, Dave is cute but he's got more attitude than me and that's saying something. Steve has That Ass but he also has ladies and dudes swarming all over him every minute so it's impossible to snag him for a fitting. I'm sort of terrified of Daryl, and Nill is about as perfect as they come except she doesn't fucking talk." She heaves a sigh. Life is hard.