Johanna isn't a seasoned Mentor, back in Panem. Her winning Game isn't that far behind her, but she still has seen a few Tributes, watched them climb up the platform at the end of the Reaping, pale faces and drawn, taut features. She didn't look like that, when they'd chosen her. She was already playing the game, even then.

But she doesn't like to think of the Tributes, or her empty fucking house in the Victor's Village, or anything to do with Panem, no more than she's got to think about it. Yes, she's a shitty coach. So what.

Kate's next question is way more interesting than a review of Johanna's advice, and even a little more interesting than her stretching routine--and that's saying something. Johanna lets one eyebrow creep upwards again.

"What do I want," she repeats, thoughtfully. There might yet be a touch of lingering suggestiveness there. "What do I want, I wonder. What do I want from you? Is that what you're asking?"