Clara can't help but feel guilty that she hasn't made the rounds to introduce herself to her newest suitemates. She's chalked it up to a mix of some sort of anxiety and guilt over the fact that one of them is taking the spot she once held as a Tribute only a handful of months ago. Especially whenever she considers that a few of those Tributes are kids and she has no idea how to properly mentor them for the Arena.

The sight of Arya makes something in her stomach clench when she first sees her from behind. She isn't sure if it's her hair (which is a little too dark, but a close enough length) or her height (a little too tall, but again, close enough) that makes her worry for the briefest moment that the Capitol's decided to surprise her by bringing her son to serve as a Tribute and put him in her district to fuck with her. After a moment she realizes that the girl is, in fact, not David and she can start breathing again. It takes another moment for her to remember the little bit of information she was given about her new Tributes. "Arya, right? I'm Clara."