Slightly flustered--Firo wasn't used to the suggestion his brain was good for anything--he ducked his head and looked away. "Yeah, well, let's see if I can actually make it work first."

Or if, when push came to shove, he could choke back his anger enough to even try it. Weeks of prison and Panem had made swallowing indignities easier, but Firo didn't know if he was learning or just gearing up for a big explosion.

"Seriously?" He raised an eyebrow and thought it over, "People were sayin' we had trouble like this after the war ended too... But I was a kid back then and I thought that was how it always was."

An impoverished tenement kid, to be specific. That had undeniably painted his view somewhat.