We spent the evening working out what supplies we had. The district 8 girl had somehow managed to pick up a knife. Apart from that- nothing.

"I'll go find some good floor food."

I said, and even as I did, I winced with embarrassment.

" 'Good floor food?'"

She tilted her head to the side, and grimaced, in what I suppose was meant to be a disdainful look.

" What the heck is that supposed to be?"

I cleared my throat.

"Well, my brother used to like eating food from the floor. when we tried to make him stop, he got a bit upset. So one day, I showed him how to find 'good' floor food. edible plants and mushrooms and stuff."

"Your brother... sounds really sweet. Is he much younger than you?"

"Well, he is really sweet. But no."

I reply.

"He's older."

I don't want to continue the conversation, with someone I barely know, so I leave and gather what I can nearby. All the while, I'm thinking of Rowan. I want to go home. see him again, laugh like young children like we used to, Even though I always felt so stupid when we did. I want to. I just want my life back. But I know, deep down I can't go home. This girl must live. Even if she is grumpy and unsocial.

When I return, the girl smiles for the first time.

" Look, I know I might have been a bit of a bitch at first... Well I'm sorry. Hey, don't get used to that. I don't apologize often. My name is Rosa. What's yours?"

"It's Drayden. -Dray. "

I grin, and dump the floor food in a pile.

" We might as well not dwell on the circumstances. Here. Eat some of this stuff. You don't need to cook it. Probably better not to. It would just attract attention."