He draws his knife on her, thrusting it just inches away from her shoulder. She remains calm on the outside, but he notices her hand is shaking as she uses it to gently push the dagger away from her. He feels completely powerless standing in front of her with a weapon when she has none. She's looking into her eyes, admiring the alluring shade of blue.

"Haymitch, please, you've gone completely insane, just calm down. Put the knife away," she says quietly, brushing her blonde hair behind her shoulders. "We can talk this through, and I'm very sorry I left you, but it was only a few minutes."

He's staring at her, desperately trying to appear menacing. He shouts, "Don't tell me what to do, Maysilee, not if you aren't going to communicate with me. We're in the Games and you need to keep it together or you'll get us b-both killed!" He starts to stutter, and Maysilee takes one look at him and knows he's completely helpless.

"Well, no one's hurt, are they?" she continues in her calm voice, taking the knife slowly from him. "But I see your point. I'll tell you before I go somewhere next time."

She leaves a small kiss on his cheek and returns the knife to him. "That's no-not the point-" he starts to say, but never finishes his sentence. "I'm sorry," he says instead.