"A little bit," Johanna said. "I mean, all the Victors know each other, but some of us know each other better than others."
She grinned. "And the really important thing -- are you two keeping the baby or giving it to Arva, and in either case I call dibs on godmother. Who cares if you only have the little one for a tiny bit before he or she gets handed off to Arva? I still call dibs." If Johanna liked someone, genuinely liked them, she could be remarkably relaxed. Or at least try to be. And she liked Chloe -- it was hard not to. Plus this was Finnick's girlfriend. She owed it to him to try no matter what.
"And what's it like?" she asked. "Being pregnant. Because I keep thinking about it. I'm nowhere near ready for it, I mean, but I can't help wondering. I guess I just want to know so I'm prepared when it does happen." Because for all her hotheadedness, contrary to belief, Johanna Mason did like knowing what the hell was going on. She actually really liked it. She'd hated being unprepared back home, actually, hated when they'd just thrown her into things without going "Oh hey this is what you're going to do, here's what you need to know."
Because the people in District 13 had been jerks, basically.