If this is the clout she has.. she sighs, picking at the glass shards. Tomorrow she will try again to secure Rowan her sponsors. Maybe she can buy some sponsors. Not with her charm but she knows what the Capitol wants...

She forces the thought from her mind for now. She will reassess in the morning. Instead she turns her attention to Cassian so she can snippily pronounce:

"I won the Games, remember? A piece of glass- fuck."

Hubris. She has been absolutely wrecked by karma, blood pooling in her palm from the slice at the very bottom of her finger.