Johanna doesn't even bother to hide her disdain when she realizes that she's talking to another one of these people who think that they're in some place called the United States. She's beginning to imagine that it might have existed before Panem, before the Capitol and the war, but she has no idea how it goes from them to what she lives with.

"Not the prisons you know, but all the prisons I've been put in, they've made sure to give me something sharp," is her reply. "Sometimes, people get put into trapped places because people need entertainment. Not here, though," she says, even though she'd love to keep pulling his leg. "Here, it looks like some fucked up science experiment, so why not give us weapons? We can't exactly go anywhere."