"Getting the furniture in order," Jason snaps, shoving the Avox aside and then giving her an order. "You get yourself all cleaned up and stop bleeding on the couch before I make you lick it up. You'll have a lot of fun doing that without your tongue, won't you."

Still fuming, body made all the clumsier for it, he turns towards Vivi, realizing with a start that the guy's actually tiny and looks all the more like some kind of stuffed toy in person than on television.

"Vivi." Jason rifles through the records in his head, tries to remember if he managed to send anything to Vivi in his first week of the Arena. He's drawing a blank.

With a sarcastic bow to his back, he gestures at the District Suite living room, bleeding Avox, shattered mug, plaid couches and all. His voice is sharp, like he's biting down on the edge of each word. "Welcome to the Capitol. Hope you didn't have plans, because now that you're back you're mine for the day. Grab yourself some coffee and breakfast, because you'll be on your feet until evening."

Jason will need to make a few calls, but then it's fitting, interviews, focus groups, exercise routines, administrative work, a physical - the basics for a new Tribute.