She tilts her head, looking at the woman with a blank sort of stare. None of it makes sense to her. The idea of different planets or of different versions of reality. Storybooks were never very common in District 12. Any fiction she knew came mostly from song and the mountain airs she had grown up with had never touched on anything remotely similar to what the woman implies.

So even though it bothers her to admit ignorance this early on, ignorance that can easily be used against her, she forces out the words anyway: "I don't understand."