What Effie was, at that moment, was struck with terror. It was automatic and very soon her practiced sheen of cheer would gloss over any sign of it, but the sight of a vessel that was very probably filled with peacekeepers triggered it.

"They're here for me. For us," she corrected. "They'll be pleased I found them a moose." Was there uncertainty in her voice? Uncertainty could be dangerous. "So pleased," she corrected herself with more surety. She clutched his elbow spasmodically and corrected herself again: "They will be overjoyed that I have found such a wonderful specimen of moose."

Either that or they'd both be tortured and tossed into the Arena as an impromptu entertainment for President Snow. But why on earth would that happen?