Isabelle couldn't quite decide if she was annoyed or intrigued. It was a mix of both, really, if she was being completely honest. She hadn't expected a phone call from Katniss.
Although she should've really, it was inevitable once you gave someone your number. And she hadn't exactly seemed stone cold confident in what she was doing. Still, the message was far too vague for her to discern what was going on.
Hopefully she hadn't eaten any train cars. After all, it wouldn't have been the first time anyone had poor self control.
Lifting her hand to knock on the door, she leaned back and raised an eyebrow. At least she hadn't had to travel far, she could still see Mitchell through the windows of his own house. Well then, there goes the neighborhood.
