Wanda had been doing her best not to peer nervously up at his face, instead waiting uncertainly for his reaction. She busied herself with her drink, with adjusting her bracelets, with everything. But she only truly relaxed when she detected that hint of a smile on his face.
Something warm spread through Wanda at that simple, decisive nod, and she suddenly found it imperative to glance away. Easier to gaze off unseeingly into the crowd than risk feeling further kinship with this man. It seemed she kept falling into this trap again and again where he was concerned. Mistaking simple agreement for some deeper affinity. It was as if she was still the sheltered, naive girl that had boarded the train so long ago with her twin at her side.
"A family like yours?" she prompted with open curiosity. Tact had never been one of Wanda's stronger qualities. Realizing a moment later, however, that her interest might border on rudeness, she hastily added: "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be inquisitive it's just... you in the Capitol prospering, your brother a Victor. Most families would be happy."