Shaw's attention perked at the mention of the Tower. And as he looked at Linden again, more closely, it finally sparked. A little district, beneath the years of Capitol gloss. Something a little odd in the inflection, nearly gone, but not quiet forgotten.

District... 5?

Unconsciously, his head tipped as he played the last words back in his head.

"District 6," he says suddenly, seemingly apropos of nothing. Then he looked Linden up and down, taking in the bruises again. "They let you out like that?"

Somewhere, he imagined an escort wringing their hands.