"You don't need another drink," she counters. He needs to stop drinking, she needs to stop drinking. She was drunk at 10am, she understands the urge but she has decided that both of them need to not be alcoholics. Every time she sees the other drunk or drugged out victors she feels a swell of disgust (followed closely by annoyance at herself and then seething rage at the Capitol) and she doesn't want to feel that when she looks at Cassian.

She doesn't know why, of course, her brain focuses on Cassian. It is just a stray emotion. Like gravity.

"We can eat, I'll show you District Seven." She's scrolled through the window screens and walked through her own district enough to recognize one of the timber forests in Seven as the picturesque forest in one of the pictures.