Cinna is up off of the couch as Katniss unknowingly pulls up in front of his room's door. The journal is quiet, for the most part, but quietness does not always mean everything is okay. If anything, quietness is a deadly thing right about now.

The stylist could only hope that Katniss is okay, at least physically. Emotionally, she would be a wreck, which is hard to avoid. Her emotions definitely determined her actions a majority of the time.

He moves around to the entrance foyer, going for his jacket in search of a flower he has picked up from the grounds earlier during the day. Ah, yes, here it is. He means to turn and head back to the living room, but instead he finds himself opening the front door, instead, dark eyes landing on the dark-haired girl in front of him.

"Katniss."