"I think you must," says Momoko, looking at him closely for the first time as they enter. He's older than most of the other tributes she's seen around, she realizes, and with his clothes she can't really see his build. He doesn't seem like a fighter to her, though that may not mean much with her limited experience. "Just be careful that they don't want to see you die just to make you stop talking. Unless you're going to solve our other problem before then."

Ladies have doors opened for them, that's how it goes even if gentlemen and for that matter ladies were in short supply back home, so she doesn't blink when he holds the door for her. And as a lady she ignores the rude stares of the other tributes in the room. She can't quite ignore Tony, unfortunately.

"My name is Momoko," she says firstly, because Cupcake? "And I don't knit, does this look like--" she begins to gesture to herself, but she's still wearing the awful training clothes. She frowns. "I need to change."