Johanna huffs out a short sharp breath that might be a laugh. Whatever it is, it's derisive. They're still walking together, but that doesn't stop her from shooting a glance over at Katniss, eyes narrowed, mouth pinched up.

"And you've never," she repeats, slowly, like she's talking to someone really dumb (because, come on, she is), "stopped by. To buy. Me. A drink. After everything we... haven't been through."

Years. Whatever she thinks about the revelation of that fact, she keeps to herself, without so much as a single stray emotion flickering across her face. She's way too good for anything so obvious as that.

When she smiles, next, it's a little friendlier, but only on the surface. "So, what have you been doing with yourself?"