Smooth was Julie pressing every button just to see it light up, flaring with little pops of electricity, her grin wry at the way the bell rang every time the doors opened. There was even some kind of music raining down from the ceiling, some kind of crappy, wordless jazz that she actually dug kind of hard. Nothing beat speakers. Or what she could remember of them.

The doors slid open again, and instead of some puffed up tribute or a more literal puffed up Capitol citizen, it was just a floppy-haired zombie looking, as always, like he didn't quite remember where he was.

"R! Hey!"

Her face lit up anyway, immediately taking a cold hand and pulling him inside. Nevermind the, uh, extremely weird hours after that party where she'd kept wondering what the hell was up with -- well, besides the world, what was up with her. Seriously, she needed her Nora. Someone to physically knock some sense into this. Thing.

Thing was a safe word for now.

"We're going wherever you want, tiger. I'm pretty impressed you even know how to operate one of these."