When the door opens and his visitor steps through it, it becomes abundantly clear that it's not Sandy. It occurs to Signless along with the slightly awkward feel of being in an unfamiliar room that with all of his inter-district sleepovers he hasn't set aside any time recently to bond with those in his own suite.

Well. That ends today.

"How are you holding up?"

He doesn't really expect an entirely truthful answer like he might from someone he knows well, but he also can't not ask. He's in the unique position of being someone that can understand whatever stresses Tony's experiencing as a new victor, if he wants to share them.