She took a deep breath as she glanced up at Effie again. It would probably be easiest to let the woman rant. It had been in the past. Say silent, forgotten, and eventually Effie Trinket would calm down. Eventually, she would find some new stain on a dress or some new lack of manners to harp on instead.

But the words "your people" made her pause. Yes, District 12 was her District. She had grown up in the Seam. But her people, in the end, weren't any different from anyone else in Panem. They still toiled, died for their nation.

Quietly, "They're your people, too."