Beverly. That's her name. Kind eyes, too. It's kind of her to come all this way, in the rain. But water seeps in and medicine can be hard to get if you aren't beloved of the sponsors. She knows this arena is strange, has different rules, but there are similarities. The boxes, after all.

"We're still here," Annie manages. Her tongue feels heavy, as do her eyelids and her thoughts. Woozy, drugged, tired. It's exhausting when she's this crazy; another reason to hate it.

She doesn't say Peeta's here. Need to know, that. Habits.

"You're all right?"