She thinks it's disgusting. How they make the tributes pretty before they kill each other. As if they are nothing more than meat.

She watches, bored as they parade around in their chariots on her microscopic television.

She thinks it's even more disgusting that they make her watch.

She sort of wants her boy from the beach to win this year; she almost feels as if she knows him.

Even thought that's ridiculous.

He's got a good chance; he plays "sex object" extraordinarily well.

Something that also makes her cringe.

Because she wants him to be more heroic than that.