"I was tryin' not to disturb you," Annie admits then, automatically and casually resting her staff across her shoulder. It's a move with a bit of swagger to it, but as soon as she notices that she's done it, she winces and swings the staff down and holds it with both her hands.

She's not a Career any more. She's not. That confident girl managed to think her way into terror years before she ever set foot in the Capitol.

"I. What were you doing, Beverly? It didn't really look like you practising to fight."