[There is something about the elves - whenever they walk through the forest - the animals seem to hush and the trees themselves sing a different song when the wind rustles their leaves.

Katniss can feel the difference from her perch in an oak tree, where she is gutting down dead wood to work on her cabin's roof, and although she's never approached one of the shining golden people, she has observed them from a distance.

This time, though, she recognizes the woman. From a nightmare, long ago.]

You look different. [She states, knowing it's probably impossible to startle someone so attuned to the woods.]