We don’t give sympathy |Farren|

levishaw:

He laughed. “Well good. It would be awful being killed by you. At first.” He looked at the two rooms ahead of them. “Which room is yours?” There was a small hallway. Two doors immediately across from one another. Two more a bit more down, then a bathroom at the end of the hall. It was pointless, to have the bathroom. Every room had their own.

“Um,” Farren sighed unhelpfully. “That one…” She pointed to the first door on the left side. It took her a few seconds but she realized that was right. It would have been bad if she were wrong. She’d already used up most of her luck just not being spotted already. Her mentor might not question her condition: he did drugs occasionally himself but he knew how to handle them better than she did. Farren’s escort, however, would be disgusted and her district partner Logen… would know exactly how to use this against her. She sighed and stared at the door then turned her head just enough to acknowledge Levi. “I think I’m okay, Six.” She wasn’t okay but the implication was that he could leave if he wanted to.