[It's statements like that that terrify Effie Trinket. Too much like home.
She fumbles around on the ground, trying to pick up her fallen hair accessories. Silk irises. They don't really match her dress, now that she sees them in this light.]
I'll stay inside, then. Or go on missions. They'll be needing me, I'm sure.
[action -- PROBABLY SOMETIME AFTER SIX O'CLOCK.]
She fumbles around on the ground, trying to pick up her fallen hair accessories. Silk irises. They don't really match her dress, now that she sees them in this light.]
I'll stay inside, then. Or go on missions. They'll be needing me, I'm sure.