Johanna had been climbing trees since she could walk. Her District cut down trees but also respected them immensely. They planted more than they cut down, they made books and beautiful stationary. If anything else, it was in her veins too. They way the branches moved off of each other was the way you could see the blue things in her wrists.
"Jim," she repeated flippantly. "Holden, you mean?" She watched him climb, with a smile on her face. He reminded her a bit of a mutt, chunky but lithe. Like he was made for this sort of thing. Except he wasn't a creepy monkey. When he settled down, she grinned stupidly at him, she couldn't help it. "Pretty good for a big guy, big guy." She leaned forward on a branch and stretched out, like a leopard taking a nap. "You held a gun to his head? You two have one hell of a way with each other. I tend to use an axe." She made a little sound, "Ca-chunk, gets the job done easier. They don't feel it." Johanna took no pleasure in killing, but once you've done it a few times, it gets easier. When she was a kid in the Games, she didn't want anyone to feel any pain. When it came to the Quarter Quell, she didn't care if they felt pain or not. Just kill 'em quickly.
She waited to hear the story of him and Jim-- Holden. She took a liking to Holden, even if he did insist she share her tent with Helena. He was a good guy. There weren't many of those left in the world.