"Well, fuck." Johanna grinned - a thin, sharp grin that betrayed a little more than she wanted of how tense she'd gone herself, the part of her that had killed its way to victory in the arenas of Panem rapidly chastising her for trying to play at welcome wagon, her hand hovering near her backpack (ready to grab her axe, calculating quite how quickly she'd have to). "That's my opener ruined..."
She'd asked for excitement, hadn't she? Some of the old 'thrill'. Careful what you wish for, a voice that sounded uncomfortably like Finnick laughed. Boys with itchy trigger fingers and hairtrigger fuses were trouble, and she'd gotten lax since she'd been here. Maybe she wouldn't be fast enough.
"Easy, tiger. You're in Lawrence. Kansas. Some planet called 'Earth'. Any of that mean anything to you?"