There's no disgust on Jason's face. He doesn't even voice that vague discomfort at this entire situation, the way he feels like his abode here in the tower has been intruded upon by those with more money than decency, the uneasiness of camaraderie with a Districter, with actually giving a damn that she feels better before she sleeps tonight.

"I've seen worse. Believe me, compared to some of the other Mentors and Tributes I've sat up with, this is near pleasant." As pleasant as it can be, under the circumstances. At least she isn't wetting herself, didn't drink herself sick to numb the pain, isn't in that blind panicked state, completely catatonic. "Just remember, if one of them ever breaks the rules on curfew or contraception or whatever else, one word and I'll bury them. They'll wish they never heard your name."

It's all he can do to protect his domain, to sate his control freakery.