Eva's sitting in the common room, scratching nail polish off of her thumb. Normally it keeps her from chewing, but unfortunately it's hit that stage where it's chipping naturally, and her tendency to pick and fidget overwhelms her.

She's in loose silk robes. There's no one she needs to impress today so her outfit, while pristine, is subdued. Her head jerks up as she hears Blaine pass.

"Hello?" Her eyebrows furrow a bit. She knows this boy. She hasn't met him, but one of her Tributes knows him well.