action;

[Slowly, she looks him over. The way he wipes his nose. The blood staining his eyes. The way he can't seem to hold the knife steady and the look of his clothing. It's so very much typical Haymitch. She shouldn't be surprised. But hadn't she stressed to him how much this is another game? That they're trapped here for the sake of their new Gamemakers, the Malnosso? And their experiments and battles and -- everything?

So she scowls when she sees him. The disappointment in his expression is mirrored back in her own. How could he be so stupid as to drink like this? it has to be like they were back when the Quarter Quell was announced. Ready for anything. Ready to be back in that arena.

Stupid, stupid Haymitch.]

Making sure you're still alive.