It's hard not to flinch when he sits down next to her - in fact, she does but manages to hide it. Not very well, but it's better than where she was a year ago, lashing out left and right at anyone who moved too close, too suddenly. And it helped that the boy looked like one good punch would knock him out.

He's watching her, though. It's unnerving. Katniss has stayed away from mirrors during her time on the island, which had been easy enough. But she still remembers how her skin looks, and the extended looks are starting to make her cranky.

"I know it's bad, but you can always just look away," she snaps, tightly wound and not knowing why. It's not like any of this matters, anyways. All thoughts of songs and ballads are gone - so much for the morning's placid mood. All things considered, Katniss knows that she should be used to the stares, but still.