[ Katniss can't - or doesn't bother trying to - stop the scowl that comes to her face at the idea of them being copies or something similar. It's too close to Muttations for comfort, and she's already suspicious enough about this place, about the daemon that refuses to leave her side.

But no one's been killed yet, at least not that she's seen, and there hasn't been a cache of weapons in some obvious spot, free for the taking. (Not that they were ever free at the Cornucopia...) She tries to take solace in that, though it hardly helps. ]

Or that's just the crap they're trying to sell us on. [ A brief glance in Cinnad's direction and then Katniss's attention is back on Axel, her scowl still present. ] But that's what I mean: I don't trust or like this place. [ She crosses her arms over her chest. ] I just wish there was some way to check all of this out; I'm not good with blind trust.