Strangers usually know better than to just talk to Johanna, especially those who are generally older than her. She's a firecracker, after all, prone to going off and damaging people around her with her snide remarks against the people in charge. She raises a brow at the woman who speaks to her, not entirely sure why she's bothering making small talk. God, Johanna hates small talk.

"There's pretty much one of everyone, including something to strip your walls," she says, sipping some of that without blinking. There's no smile on her face, though, too tired to play nice (she'll leave that for Finnick and Annie, who are much better at the whole 'making friends' bit than Johanna ever was).

"What are you drinking for?"