"The Justice Building made entirely of plaster and cinder block doesn't count." She rolls her eyes, but not with any sort of annoyance. "No one from the Capitol ever seems to notice the irony."

Of course they don't, they don't notice the districts starving either.

With her free hand, Jyn's fingers run across the wood panelled walls of the tower. The glossy stain is thick, meant to bring out the grain of the pinkish red wood and instead is coated so thickly that the grain looks like psychedelic waves. Real nature turned fake in the Capitol.