Image matters. Right, right. She's gotten the same speech, but she has being alive on her side. Julie flips the thing, back and forth, then lowers it to raise her eyebrow in turn.

"Your treat?" There's at least two seconds where she wonders what the limit on this is. Does it even have one? It hasn't escaped her very obvious notice that the Capitol is all about treating the tributes like something to be honored. Or at least like the kind of people that'll cooperate if they spoil the hell out of them. What can she say? It works. She's not so blind she doesn't notice.

The doors opened, and there's that moment like the first step of walking into Disney once she pulls them out of the tower -- too much to see, no idea where to go or where the hell anything was. She wandered, sure, but not far. Maps were required here. Or, like, guesswork. Yeah, go with that.

"So, any ideas? You hungry yet?" Totally rude question, by the way, but it was something to keep in mind here. She didn't know if they, uh... fed him. And as far as she knew, she hadn't seen R munching since home. Actually, not even really then. Since Perry.

Shit. Okay, not now. She reached up and tugged on the muzzle, gentle. "You think they're gonna freak if I try to get it off?"