[ The warmth seeps into her hands. It’s so pleasant, she wishes all her other senses would fade out and she could waste away in the moment. Frank calls her back to reality, her vision sharpening on the cement floor.

What did set her off? Oh yeah. ] Someone said some shit about Trish. [ She can’t remember exactly what. Something about how she would do Jessica’s job better. ] I’m so sick of everyone thinking they know everything. [ Here, in the Capitol. There’s nowhere for her to go where she isn’t told who she is. ] Nobody knows a goddamn thing.