She'd spent the day fiddling with tech, avoiding sponsors and mentors and – much of anyone. Cat felt more in the way than helpful to the people from Six. District loyalty had certainly died with her when she found herself favoring Juno more than her own Tributes but then the bloodbath happened and they were gone within the first blow. She prayed there wouldn't be a next time where she'd have to leave Six disappointed again.
The elevator opened with a ding and her ears perked up. She was the only one meant to be here but then – Slate. Cat groaned for second, burying her head in her hands, because that was another thing she had so wholly fucked up. She pushed up from her bed, where she had been rotting, and out the door. "Coming!" Cat called down the hall as she approached. Her arms crossed over her chest and she gave a raise of her brows as he finally came into view, "What's up?"
Slate held out the pizza in front of him like an offering, but also a protection. "I'm fuckin' tired, man. Do you wanna split this? Eat ourselves sick?" He hoped she'd say yes, take the offering; he simply couldn't keep losing people.
