After her first round of would-be interviewers and, uh, fans, Julie's getting a little more used to people coming up to her. Seriously weird as hell, though. The only people she'd ever had garner for her attention were Pear and Nora, and usually they were fighting over a thousand other damn things than who Julie was planning to scout with.

She picks at her dress, hoping there's a way to knock the glittery shit off or something. Clip it off. Except it's part of the material, practically a spotlight on her. Emphasizing her breasts and her legs in a way she wasn't sure she appreciated or not.

It wasn't total shit. Just weird.

She looks up after hearing the voice, blinking. Oh. She hadn't expected kids. Not -- god, she better not be another tribute. They wouldn't do that, right? "Uh. Thanks." She bends down a little, instinct with kids, a smile crossing her face. Compliments, huh. She won't turn those down at least. "I haven't been in one of these in -- okay, well, ever."