"Then you're purrobably the only one. I understand the want for privacy, really, I do. I took some request from tributes for lies rather than truth that I try to fufill and then there's the things I have to write about. I like it better when I can write what I actually ship, you know?"

She chafes a little at the restrictions but there's no point in fighting it. Writing what sells is what keeps her in a job and she needs this job. She wants and needs to stay in the Capitol. Her slightly too real pout slips back into a smile, her eyes raising from the middle distance to meet his again.

"Sorry! I get thinking about work and my mouth goes off without me. Or maybe it's just meeting you. All nervous. I know..." She gestures out with a hand, twirling it as if to signify what she knows, what they both know, "I read about her, as much as I was able at least."