"Yeah, well, it's what cancers do to you." She obviously doesn't mean the illness, but rather Snow and the Games and all the rest of it. She quickly pulls the hood of her jumper up over her bristly hair. She knows she's a mess; she doesn't need the stares to remind her of what she's been through.

She can't help but snort a laugh again. "A bed, a house, some decent fucking clothes." She shakes her head and laughs humourlessly again. What is this woman even doing? Why's she even stopped? She doesn't even know Johanna.

"Are you getting some sort of weird kick out of this?" She asks, after a moment. "What do you want for the food?"