"You can't ignore me forever, princess." Haymitch said from her doorway. It must have been after midnight when she got back in her room. She had assumed everyone was asleep when she entered. With a short sigh she placed her shoes in her closet and turned toward him. Effie could count on her hand how many times she had spoken to Haymitch after their fight. Over the course of the general training week, their relationship became purely professional. Rather than engage heated verbal affairs, Effie kept her comments to herself.

"I'm trying but you're making that hard. Can't you knock?" She responded as she fished the garish pink clips and accessories out of her hair for the day. He was just irritating. How he would fluctuate from being a gentlemen to being a drunk fool. He was a one man circus most days, depending on the mood he was in, and per the availability and quality of liquor in his reach.

"You wouldn't have opened the door if I knocked, you hold grudges like no other woman I know." He leaned against the doorway trying to choose his words carefully. As fun as she was to tease and fluster, she was incredibly touchy.

He had a point, and she had a right to be mad. "I have my reasons." She placed her copious amounts of jewelry into an ornate box on her vanity. "You can be a stubborn mess, you know? Why'd you come here? Just to comment on my behavior?"

"You realize we have to work together tomorrow to start training them on the social part of the games. Interviews." He explained. He came in effort to try and make things less hostile. "Tabitha needs a lot of work in that department. She's a handful. I'd rather try to do our job without an increased level of hostility."

Effie stifled a laugh, "Hours of coaching will not help Tabitha acquire the social graces she needs to shine in the interview." Tabitha has been cited with bad behavior reports throughout training. Haymitch had been called twice to escort her from the training center because of her actions toward other tributes.

Haymitch held up his hands in defeat. "I thought you liked the challenging ones, Effie. Given up already?" A playful edge came through his words.

A reproachful look blossomed in her eyes, "What can I do? A stellar interview with Caesar won't take the massive target off her head. She signed her death wish the moment those Peacekeepers told Seneca what happened on the train."

He nodded in agreement, there wasn't much else he could do to help Tabitha. The girl was single handedly ruining every chance at survival given to her on purpose. "Still have to try. Maybe we should just give her pointers on what to say. Hopefully she won't say something to incriminating."

She ran her fingers through the long curls of her own hair that had tumbled free after the clips were removed. "I'll think of some way to coach her. I'll need a good night's sleep to prepare myself. It's late after all."

Haymitch bit back the comment about her traipsing back to her room was past midnight. He took the hint, "Well I came to mention that and return this." He handed Effie's beloved tablet back to her. "Tabitha thought it would be funny to hide it. I caught her sneaking from your room with it. I'm not sure if she did anything to it."

Effie gasped and took the tablet into her hands and quickly scanned through her files and calendars. "What a little…" Effie scowled stopping short of voicing her feelings.

"You're being far too nice to her. Effie she's got some vendetta against you. She's scalded you, verbally attacked you and now she stole from you." He sounded serious as he reminded her of the many crimes Tabitha was guilty of.

Silence fell as Effie thought of something to do about this. "Why didn't you send for me when you caught her. I could have done something immediately."

"I was respecting your boundaries." He shrugged, in reality he just didn't want to have to spend any more time in association with Head Gamemakers. "Do you see anything in here that might have been disturbed by her? I didn't go looking. She could have been in her a while."

Effie scanned her room and visually saw nothing out of place until she checked her table by the bed. The door was opened slightly and Effie pulled out a simple black bound journal. She flipped the front page open and snapped it shut angrily. "She has a picture of my real parents and I when I was 4 in District 12. If she read this, she knows I'm from District 12."