[ Katniss stares at the feed (or maybe it's her daemon she's staring it; it could be hard to tell) for an uncomfortably long moment, brow furrowed in a deep frown. But then she seems to place his face, her expression clearing, although one would be hard-pressed to call the residual look on her face happy.
She snorts. ] Depends on your definition of fun, I guess. [ It's not him that she's unhappy with, though, so once her distaste for all of this is made abundantly clear, the corner of her mouth lifts faintly. They'd only ever had the one conversation, but it's someone she's at least adjacently familiar with, and that's better than nothing. ] And it's Katniss, not "Districts girl."
woo! \o\
She snorts. ] Depends on your definition of fun, I guess. [ It's not him that she's unhappy with, though, so once her distaste for all of this is made abundantly clear, the corner of her mouth lifts faintly. They'd only ever had the one conversation, but it's someone she's at least adjacently familiar with, and that's better than nothing. ] And it's Katniss, not "Districts girl."