"Like what? Like the Districter she is? Or worse, a Capitol girl who fucks them for money?" Swann rolls over too, and sits up, her face flushing hot and her eyes watery, but she's stopped the stream of tears. She looks shocked at herself, at the hateful things she finds herself capable of saying about this woman, things she would never say about even an Avox, and she's scared by how easily it all comes out. How angry the thought of this particular person makes her.

"If she's your only friend, then where is she, Jason? Where is she when your head aches and you're throwing up on the side of the road and when your mother is driving you crazy and you want to eat dinner in peace? If she's your friend, then why don't you talk to her? Why are all her messages to you about sex? Could it be that she's just milking you for every little red cent she can get before you stop running back to her and her... her dirty little District street corner?! Because that's her job, Jason! To take your money!"