"Let's just...walk." Luna feels less overloaded than she did in the streets, both because of the relative openness of the park and because there's someone with her now, but she's still not completely over the idea that they're in a real park right now. Company aside, she would be content just to explore for a while.

"It's so nice here," she muses as she examines a flower bed. "I mean, not everything. But this, right now...I can think of worse things to be doing." She's not entirely sure how to take it all - Earth, the Hunger Games, the tradition and the war and the attention. It is a lot, and the bottom line is still a lot of violence and suffering and many other things that go against what she believes. But at this exact moment she feels happy to be here, and despite everything that's happened Luna still finds value in that.