Visitor to 8.
Olesya locked the door to her dress shop, and tested it, before she went on her errand. Everyone said it was crazy and unnecessary of her to do so, but she was a victor and paranoid to boot. There was a training coming into 8 today with a delivery of bolts of fabric that she had ordered from her latest trip to the Capitol. Olesya was excited about her order and had designs in her head of what dresses and other things she could make. The train arrived on time, but was carrying more than just fabric, as a boy stepped on the train. Giving a quick once over, she said. "I think you got off at the wrong stop."














