"What a pity," Cyrus says, shaking his head. "You know, I really hoped recent changes would cut down on that kind of behavior, particularly in public places. It's no kind of example to set for our Tributes."

His disapproval could be aimed at one or both of them. Guilty until proven innocent, on both sides. But a little more on the Districter's side, because that's what justice looks like.

"In any case-- I wish you a speedy recovery." Cyrus raises his glass. If he's going to get through as many of these as he wants to tonight, he'll have to start early. "...Perhaps we ought to toast briefly. There's a camera pointed in this direction."

That last murmured, almost offhand. Something of which he is always acutely conscious.