Oh hello, Miss… um… Forgive me, I don’t recall your name. How rude of me. I apologise sincerely!
An insufferable fool of a man has me in a bad mood.
It’s Clove, Clove Kentwell. It’s alright, most people don’t know who I am until they see me on the battlefield, miss.
Isn’t that always the problem with men?
I cannot believe I have had to travel all the way to District 13 just because a certain person who shall not be named is too rude and inconsiderate to not be difficult for once in his life!
Well hey to you too, Miss Trinket.
Who’s got you in such a bad mood?
I’m awake, I’m awake. I swear, I didn’t sleep!
Nice, falling asleep on the job now?
Do you have any favorite haunts? I mean, I would prefer we go somewhere other than my workplace.
I don’t go out much, so no.
I was thinking more booze and partying…
And you’ve caught my interest again.
I was thinking about something less deathy.
What, like paint our nails and have a sleepover?
You’ve lost my interest.
Oh. Pity. I was really in the mood for throwing a few punches.
Anyway, tell those morons you have my permission and request to focus on your training from now. There will be plenty of time for classes once the war is won. You are too valuable, Clove. I can’t risk sending you into the battle without proper preparation.
You could always just pick one and start punching.
Yes, of course, President Coin. I’ll be sure that I never miss a training session again. Thank you.
The swing of a sword can only go so far, miss. Politics is where wars are won and lost.
I do admire your attitude though. You’ll certainly be an asset to us.
But the throw of a knife can go farther, sir, and that’s my specialty. If it weren’t for politics we wouldn’t even be in a war, so I fail to see your point.
Thank you, sir. I try.