Conversely, Enjolras had spent almost the entire day away from the Tribute Tower. The indolence and the fascination that surrounded the closing of the games left a bad taste in his mouth, and the farther he could get away from it, the more normal he felt. By the early evening, however, he wandered back to keep their meeting.

The benefit of the Capitol technology was clearly its convenience. Thanks to the rather vivid transmissions (which Little Rock had so helpfully (sarcastically) identified as 'video, dude'), it was easy to begin attaching names to the faces he'd seen around the Tower and encountered within the Arena. Slowly but surely, Enjolras was piecing together a clearer picture of their situation, and those who immediately surrounded him. It proved unnecessary in this case, however, as he found that Oscar possessed a poise and grace to her that very quickly identified her among the few other Tributes gathered around the common area.

"Mademoiselle de Jarjeyes?" He inquired politely, tucking the book he'd acquired earlier under his arm to extend a hand in greeting. "Forgive me, I should be addressing by your rank, no doubt."