[She seats herself on the arm of the couch across from his as he talks. She'll have plenty of time to practice later, and besides, the alcohol is starting to make her head swim.]

So... A bunch of teenagers are dropped into a poisoned arena and made to the fight to the death? Over a course of days?

[And Haymitch was one of them, apparently. That... makes sense. Does it? Sure. If he'd told her all this a week ago, she would've called bullshit, said he'd been drinking too much. But, no, this does make sense. What a dumb thing to lie about, and this lines up with his profile...]

And now you're a celebrity for it. That's sick.

[She says it in sympathy for him, of course. Obviously this wasn't his choice.]