Truth be told, his flattery takes her aback a little bit. "It isn't a big deal," she says as she putters around the kitchen, fetching a mug for him from one of the cabinets. "Really, I enjoy cooking. It helps me get my mind off of things." Like the burdens of Mentorship for one. Or how her marriage is falling apart and there's absolutely nothing she can do to fix it.

Clara's stomach clenches at his horrified stare. She knows exactly what he's staring at, she isn't blind (or even half-blind anymore). She practically shoves the hot mug of coffee into his hands before trying to find something to busy herself with. She's tried not to be self-conscious about the changes she's been through since her time as a Victor, but she can't help it. Especially when she's getting a look like the one Sigma's giving her.

"It happened the night all of you were sent into the space arena," she says softly, trying not to remember Alex tasing her to drag her off to her unexpected appointment, or waking up in Justine's office in a panic. "They didn't make as big of a deal as they might have otherwise and...well..." It's no secret she still wears eyepatches sometimes when she goes out, mostly out of fear that the Capitol's installed a camera in her eye to spy on the Tributes. Which is paranoid and she knows it, but she can't help but worry.