Every inch of this, she hates. She hates the not knowing, hates the fear that claws at her and makes her feel different. She hates that it's only her and Finnick and while the revolution has never been her little pet project, she does hate the idea of the Capitol winning. Johanna would do anything to avoid giving them that kind of victory. "And if this isn't the arena, then where are we?" she asks, tapping a one and a three against her thigh just in case someone's listening in.

Maybe it is District Thirteen after all and their humble, hospitable greeters are late.