She doesn't say anything for a moment, nor does she move. She's not frozen - her muscles aren't locked, although they are tense - just watching him. Thinking. Calculating.
She doesn't know him.
She can't read him. Can't predict him. He moves better than she does, and if he wanted to hurt her-
But she's so tired of thinking like that. Always. Constantly. No one has offered her any real violence since the 70th Hunger Games, and she can't turn it off. She assesses, and then she runs, and the latter is something she's even more sick of.
And.
Finnick would come looking for her. The holodeck is where she goes, sometimes. It's on a list.
(And she can scream loudly. When she wants to. Sometimes even when she doesn't.)
"I'll take the stick. For now," she says. "What did you have in mind?"
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She doesn't know him.
She can't read him. Can't predict him. He moves better than she does, and if he wanted to hurt her-
But she's so tired of thinking like that. Always. Constantly. No one has offered her any real violence since the 70th Hunger Games, and she can't turn it off. She assesses, and then she runs, and the latter is something she's even more sick of.
And.
Finnick would come looking for her. The holodeck is where she goes, sometimes. It's on a list.
(And she can scream loudly. When she wants to. Sometimes even when she doesn't.)
"I'll take the stick. For now," she says. "What did you have in mind?"