The weather is beginning to cool in District Twelve. Katniss is thinking about clothes - not the things Cinna dressed her in in the Capitol, but real clothes with thick heavy fabric that will keep her, her sister, and her mother warm this winter. This is the first year that they can afford all new things if they want. They won't have to trade
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But she knows what hallucinating is like. This doesn't feel like it at all.
She glances toward the guy addressing her. She doesn't recognize him.
"That depends," she says cautiously, "on what 'here' is." Admitting ignorance is admitting weakness, something Katniss is loath to do, but this is so far beyond her frame of reference that she can't even begin to guess at a more appropriate reply.
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(And the fiction allowed in Panem isn't exactly up to Douglas Adams standard, anyway.)
She shakes her head in answer.
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"Hey."
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And it's not exactly her biggest concern right now.
"Hello," she says, short and guarded.
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". . . here?" she settles on.
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Today, 'near the door' can be defined as just beside, perched on top of a table with her sword across her lap. She's giving the Yamani steel blade a good polish. Her eyes flick to the door when it opens, and she sees the girl reach for something and come up empty-handed. Having been in that situation herself (albeit for vastly different reasons) a time or two, Alanna huffs out a quiet empathetic breath.
"Hullo," she calls out after another moment, voice raspy.
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The only thing that keep her in place is the woman's stance. She's in a good position to jump from the table, but she shows no sign of intending to do so, and Katniss knows that right when you're planning to use a weapon isn't the best time to be cleaning it.
She stays in the doorway, though, poised to slam the door and buy herself a second or two to run if she has to.
"Hello."
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Alanna bites down on her lower lip and holds in her next breath, going still, watching the girl closely. The rag she'd been using hovers over the sword. If she's reading the situation right, sudden movements might be a bad idea.
She blinks at last, deliberately, and lowers her voice: "It's all right."
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If the sword weren't a factor, though, maybe it would be a little more like her mother at work, talking to a frightened patient.
"Is it," she says, not quite a question. "All right" is not the first phrase she would have chosen for finding what looks like a restaurant where her house should be, facing a woman holding a sword.
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