[The reaction isn't surprising anymore. She's been here for months now, hasn't she? The people here, they're not like the people of Panem. Not like the people of District Twelve. They don't understand. Or maybe, as she considers the words the girl said, they understand all too well.

Unfortunately, nods don't translate well when the journal's set to voice. She has to remind herself to speak.] Yes. It did.

[And then force herself to speak more.] Two tributes are chosen from each District. A boy and a girl, between the ages twelve and eighteen. The last tribute alive in the arena is declared victor.