"It's blood," counters Buffy with no intention of moving away. "We try and keep this stuff inside our bodies," she adds, simultaneously joking and not, her expression serious as ever. She may well be making a big ol' mountain out of an itsy bitsy molehill, but it's been a truth stressed throughout her life, crucial to almost every battle she has fought: Blood matters.

"Besides, it could easily get infected out here," she points out, now appealing to the girl's more rational side. Katniss, for all her eccentricities (and who is Buffy to call her out on those? She possesses her own fair share, after all) seems a practical enough girl. "Can we at least get you somewhere a little less cess pool? Perhaps someplace with a sink?"