"I'm assuming a dome-like forcefield, though taking a run at it is never a smart idea. I've seen people fried that way," she says evenly, like she isn't talking about watching people die, not to mention that it had been Blight and someone that she'd actually been somewhat neutral about. It's not like she's sad about it, still, but he'd been from home. He'd been familiar.

"Who knows why the fuck they want us? DNA, testing, some reason to keep us around and test us, maybe some way to create new fucked up animals and muttations, for their Capitol," she says, annoyed as she looks him over. "What, doesn't the government do that where you come from?" she asks, with mock innocence. "No secret agendas?"