And movement is what she gets - movement of the door as it opens. No movement, though, from the man behind it, who may as well be a skinny, six foot statue, all wrinkles and stoicism.

"Be of service to you, s-sa- sa- sir?" This particular wrinkly statue will probably never train himself to avoid using words from his own world, especially not the gender neutral sai, so much more convenient than what the Capitol's machines limit his tongue to. Refuses to avoid it, if he's honest, but that doesn't mean what those machines translate his words into isn't a pain in the ass. He corrects himself right after with a 'miss' that sounds neither embarrassed nor in the least bit awkward. Whoever this is, chances are they know about this particular part of Panem life already.