Rose takes no offense in his lack of applause, more interested in his apparent difficulty staying awake. He really doesn't look good. Even so, he's clearly awake enough to chat.

She blinks and says, "That's a bit more than I expected to hear. I'm not sure how much it means, though, when I walked straight into my death." There's not much point denying it, she finds, when the whole thing was televised.

Turning to her instrument case, she sets to putting her violin safely away.

"I am new, yes. Rose Lalonde. Are you another Tribute? You don't look much like you're from the Capitol." She glances back, expression mild. She means no offense by it.