Right, "refugee." Scott supposed that was what she'd become, should they manage to light a fire under the districts, take this rebellion nationwide. It was preferable to "kidnapped," which was how the Capitol was likely to label her - although he couldn't be sure Cassie herself wouldn't feel similarly. She might have been uneasy with his odds in the Games, but that didn't mean she was ready to renounce the life she was being groomed for. There was a decent chance she'd consider herself "being taken" as opposed to "going with."
But Peggy might bridge the gap between the way of life Cassie had grown used to and the, ahem, more egalitarian one this meeting had made plans to establish. Leaving the lap of luxury would be easier to bear with a chaperone who actually knew what that tiny fork all the way to the right of the plate was for. And if said chaperone's opinions held more weight because she'd been properly educated, well. Scott wasn't entirely opposed to Cassie spending some time in Peggy's presence. She might pick up a better attitude. "I thought you might have. That's good, I--she'll like that, I think. You'll have something in common."
He flashed her a faint smile in return, hands moving to pat himself down. "I, uh," Scott started, fishing around the inside of his jacket for a moment before removing a thick envelope from the inner pocket, "put some money together for you. Food and clothes and whatever else she might need. I don't want you to think I expect you to foot the bill." He offered the envelope. "I'm not sure how long she'll have to stay, but that should cover it. If you could give her whatever's left when it's time for her to go back to her mom, that'd be great." Not that he expected her to do otherwise - Peggy didn't seem the type to pocket someone's inheritance - but there was something to be said for laying things out explicitly.