The name is as unfamiliar to Katniss as everything else. Both the woman's and the name of a ship. It does little to put her at ease. She knows this act. She's seen it before, even tried it herself. She hadn't been so successful then, standing outside the Nut in District 2 and trying to convince the injured soldiers to surrender. She still remembers the pain of the bullet. Not as bad as the pain of a burn, but still harsh and unforgiving.

She'd like to think that she'd be better than that wounded soldier. That she won't shoot this woman whose trying her best to talk her down. But she can't say for certain. Maybe she's just as trigger happy as the District 2 Peacekeeper had been, too.

Somehow, though, she refrains from taking her bow off her back. It's not a sign of acquiescence or agreement and she doesn't nod in response to the request. She doesn't shake her head either. Instead, she takes another look around and frowns. This doesn't look like any ship she's ever been on. "This isn't a hovership."