[ Katniss takes a pack, opens it, fascinated a little by the individual packaging but trying not to show it. It seems like a lot of work to wrap up this much food, and a lot of hassle to open them up again, but the plastic crackles as she does so.

She's been trying not to think of Prim, but not she can't help it, and she aches for missing her sister. ]

My sister is blonde, like my mom.

[ She explains quietly, a fond smile toying at the corner of her mouth. Prim is safe back home, working hard. Katniss is here, fighting for her life again. ]

But it's pretty. There was only one redhead in my whole District. Mostly everyone looked like me, dark hair, grey eyes.