"They're used to working," he says, nodding his agreement to her assessment though he's not sure if she can really see him well from her perch above him. It's another thing that sets them apart from the Capitol. Not that nobody there has a job, but hard work, manual work like fishing and mining and farming is for the districts.

She's right about the cameras, and he makes a soft "mhm," of acknowledgment, in echo of hers.

"They don't talk like people in Panem either."

Everyone with any sense in Panem is always careful what they say where anyone else can hear it. You can't criticize the Capitol where they could hear it. You can't question the Games.

He can't even hold his girlfriend's hand for fear.