"It's trouble in somewhere, that's for sure." Temple doesn't like to flaunt her wounds, isn't about to divulge dead infants to a complete stranger. A troubled marriage isn't a wound; it's practically a rite of passage in Capitolite society, and commitments that last longer than five years are generally seen as a quaint oddity or pleasant surprise, if it's not just assumed that everyone sleeps in separate bedrooms.

There's an art Temple engages in, flaunting her indiscretions and keeping it from being enough for a divorce, hoarding up information about blind spots, private bathrooms, leaving a trail of circumstantial but not direct evidence. It's the domestic battle she's committed herself to.

"I'd appreciate it. It doesn't need to be that cheap. I can charge it on his card." Whether that means Gowan's or Bailey's card is up to interpretation; god knows children get a lot of leeway here. "You're from District Five, aren't you?"