Another one? She lets in a shaking breath slowly before opening the door and seeing Punchy there. A lecture about how he's not supposed to be on the District 8 floor was right on the tip of her tongue until she threw the door open and gently took his face and neck in her hands.

"What happened?" Behind her is the chaos of her room in full glory, but she allows it to remain as it is while she worries away about this kid. Without realizing it, a part of her pulls back to what she's supposed to be. Someone who loves and worries for others despite logic's sake.