[ Maybe it's her hangover speaking but she sort of likes that tone of voice. Hers is a little softer in turn. ]

I won't. [ What's one more secret? She's already protecting him. She protects everyone in this whole damn district whenever she hops on a train and puts on a smile. At least this time, he's aware of it.

Seeing as she doesn't know exactly what he means by "missing" -- of his own volition or disappeared for seditious talk, she mutters, ] I see people, you know. In the Capitol, that had the same idea. They're servants. Workers. Tongues cut out.