Haymitch caught the flicker of her gaze, curious to see who she was reporting him, but not wanting to risk the glance himself. Haymitch sat back his seat, staring her down, "For the record, Effie is perfectly capable of her own job-" Despite her being petty and shallow sometimes, Haymitch thought to himself, "But she's not allowed to seal the deal with sponsors. And I think even you can agree that can be the difference between life and death for my tributes."

Not that she probably gave a shit. The lady didn't seem to give a single shit about anything, "Go ahead."