[Katniss]

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With Cromartie moved to her place, Sarah needs to dig another hole. She's got a shovel, but it's taking longer than it should. This goes faster when you have three people to help and one of those people isn't a person at all, but a machine who doesn't need to sleep. She's feeling a shade of sick again and lilts slightly as she buries the shovel in the sand, swaying and trying to find some stability again.

Cromartie's broken face peers out from the dirt at her and she lodges the shovel loose enough for just a moment to spill sand over him, until his eyes can't see a single thing.

She grips the handle of the shovel just a little tighter. "Damn it," she mutters, aware she should take a break, but too stubborn to just stop.

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This woman is not to be trusted.

Katniss isn't quite sure if they've exchanged names yet, but she's found herself growing increasingly weary around her. Maybe it's the marked interest she has about the future, and the way that her calm facade has cracked twice now in a way that Katniss understands well because it's been happening to her on a downward spiral since they descended on the Capitol. She recognizes that she's dangerous and therefore this woman, who could crack at any moment now, was also dangerous.

There's something about the metal man that crawls at her skin. Maybe because it's something the Capitol might have thought up. Who knows? Maybe they already did. She has this recurring dream about the people she loves dumping grave dirt on her face. Katniss moves forward if only to rid herself of those thoughts, standing at a distance. Still not inclined to trust anyone, even these days after the bombs have subsided.