That smirk makes her want to try hitting him again, but her arm still hurts. She's not eager to take on a Career twice in one night.

"Anyone else would probably deserve it, too." Anyone else is probably going to be from the Capitol, after all, and she's dreamt more than once of burying an axe in their pretty head. She sweeps on past him, reconstucting her mask as she does so.

It's a little less docile now, though, like she's begun the process of excising that numb little girl. That rage still roils in her gut, no longer blocked up by layer upon layer of unfeeling. She just needs a target.