"You?"

His brows went up in honest disbelief, for he could imagine no scenario in which a creature such as this could ever play matching chaperone to the hard, sad girl he'd come to begrudgingly accept as family. Or something like it.

Sharpe expected Katniss didn't care much for the arrangement, but he wouldn't say so aloud. "You can't be her chaperone and work for the Malnosso, Miss Trinket. It don't work like that. Pick your side."