Her focus is sharp on Finnick as he speaks, but she's looking more through than at him, remembering. Something he says, about Peeta, or the torture, or his mission, quirks up the corner of her mouth for a moment.
"That's tough work," She says, eventually, her expression a grimacing rictus, "I could tell some stories about the inside of those cells. But it's about as much fun as talking about the Arena."
Shepard sighs, and rubs at her forehead, remembering the smell of it, and the way— no, nevermind that. Push it down. Remember where you are. Breathe— but the smoky, pleasant smell of a nearby foodcart selling some kind of meat-on-a-stick is stomach-turning right now. Charred pork has a lot in common with human flesh, at the end of the day.
"Look, I don't know you, and you don't know me. But we both went through that meat-grinder, and we both came out the other side," Shepard sticks out a hand for a shake, "We stick together, and we watch each other's backs. I'm new here, but I'm tough, and I'm a fast learner. Friends?"
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"That's tough work," She says, eventually, her expression a grimacing rictus, "I could tell some stories about the inside of those cells. But it's about as much fun as talking about the Arena."
Shepard sighs, and rubs at her forehead, remembering the smell of it, and the way— no, nevermind that. Push it down. Remember where you are. Breathe— but the smoky, pleasant smell of a nearby foodcart selling some kind of meat-on-a-stick is stomach-turning right now. Charred pork has a lot in common with human flesh, at the end of the day.
"Look, I don't know you, and you don't know me. But we both went through that meat-grinder, and we both came out the other side," Shepard sticks out a hand for a shake, "We stick together, and we watch each other's backs. I'm new here, but I'm tough, and I'm a fast learner. Friends?"