Prim would probably have to have something physically wrong with her eyes...and be entirely unable to get the sense of someone's presence to miss that Five has been hovering throughout the meet and greet volunteer period. It's what Katniss would have done too, so she honestly doesn't mind, truth be told. It's more comforting than annoying for her still, so she really doesn't have any complaints about the fact that he's lnigered near like some sort of bodyguard. He's been steadily picking up doing the things that her sister would have done, looking after her to the best of his ability.

He's not the only, and it is nic that there are good people who care here - it's nice that there aren't people who mean harm or bad which seems to have been the case more often than not at home.

Looking down at her dress, Prim beams at the compliment...and yet one hand does work it's way up to cover her shoulder at the same time. "Thank you! Lydia helped me decide what to wear, I wasn't sure if this showed off too much of my shoulders." Prim admits, even if the compliment is coming from the equivalent of her grandfather - not that she ever had one - it's still bolstering. "I ate before I came , but I haven't really eaten since I got here." As silly as it is she'd felt nervous earlier, and she hadn't wanted to accidentally spill something on herself.

Still, that has steadily faded the longer she's been here. "Have you tried any of the food, Five?" She asks curiously, tucking her hair behind her ear.