[ She had just been touching up her forehead (it gets quite warm beneath a wig) when she spotted movement beyond the gold rim of her compact. She knew that lanky build and mousy brown hair anywhere, and before Katniss had a chance to run her painted lips peeled back from her teeth in a dazzlingly white smile. ]

Katniss!I was worried.

[ Snapping the compact shut she actually tottered away from the cover of the tree to meet the girl, sliding a manicured hand to her shoulder in a light squeeze to assure that she was real. ]

They're so rude here. I can't imagine where they found that incredible self-importance... the only impressive thing about a giant tortoise is how large a brooch you could make from it.