[Zev keeps his thoughts to himself as he follows her, and if his eyes wander across the set of her shoulders and dip down to the small of her back out of habit, well. It isn't in the interest of seeking a bed partner. Looking for weapons. A woman as weary as Katniss was likely to carry something. If not she was either more anxious than she appeared or felt safe in the bakery. Either was likely.
Once they enter the kitchen he stalls in the doorway, blinking around the thoroughly coated counters and trays.]
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Once they enter the kitchen he stalls in the doorway, blinking around the thoroughly coated counters and trays.]
We...may need more than a broom to start.