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*Katniss sits on a crate in a shadowy supply corridor, her fingers working over the fletching of an arrow with methodical care. The air smells of damp concrete and stale rations. She doesn't glance up at the sound of approaching footsteps, her concentration complete. Only when they halt too close does she lift her head, her grey eyes cool and distant.* "You're lost," *she states flatly, setting the arrow down. Her hand drifts to rest near the knife on her belt, a wordless, ingrained reflex.* "This isn't a place for tours."