The woman whose face had previously shown on the rebels' cuffs stands before those that escaped, somewhat small, but seemingly entirely capable of herself.
"My name is Paylor. Previous commander, and friend, of Alma Coin. I say previous for a reason.
Long before her rise to power in Thirteen, Alma was a caring woman. Not tender, but she did have the capacity to love. With all that has happened since the fall of Voldemort, I've watched a shift occur in her. I've watched the power drive my best friend insane and there needs to be an end. No more will die in the name of a better Panem.
This of course involves getting as many of you out as I possibly could. I apologize for not being able to help sooner, but had I tipped her off in the slightest about my plans, none of you would be sitting on this hovercraft today. She needed to believe you, and you alone, were planning on getting yourselves out.
Because of this, I could not rescue you all. Again, I apologize. There is a.. Safe house, of sorts, that I've begun building after she admitted to me that she planned to throw you all in another arena. Much like Thirteen, I've hidden it underground in an area I am more than certain she's forgotten about. We need to rely on this fact, as I doubt I'm in good standing with her any longer.
You have every right to distrust everything I am telling you. Quite frankly, I don't trust any of you either. But this power-trip must come to an end if she truly wants a better Panem."