[Everything changes. From the Seam to the Victor's Village, from the arena to the floor of a bunker in a district that wasn't supposed to exist. From mistrust to the only person she can say Peeta's name in front of and be certain of something other than Prim's pity or Gale's resentment, or Coin's mercenary calculations. Finnick understands. Haymitch and Johanna too, for all their methods of numbing themselves to it.

It's an exclusive club she'd like to revoke membership of for all involved. Everything changes? She shakes her head.]

Everything changes. But the waiting feels interminable, every time. [Still, he's caught her with the possibilities.] You think... whoever this was, could get an invitation into the Capitol? How would we know? I've been here two hours. That's enough time for you to have picked up at least a couple of fawning admirers we could ask.