He'd apologize later, and heavily. But now all he could do was think about his negligence towards the girl he was speaking of at the same instance, hurried again by the invisible force of urgency and guilt. Hawkeye would run into Ellie soon, but not yet knowing that another day would come, his gestures are even grander than before. "Good! Good," he says again, and thinks yes, they're friends. They're damn good friends if he's going to signal out Ellie to Kili to search for. And if the dwarf doesn't think it's an important task then to hell with him, you know.

Hawkeye starts by raising his hand so the palm ends where he estimates the top of Ellie's head must be. It's off by a significant height. "She's gotta be around this tall- skinny in the scraggly kind of way but she's tough. She's not too young, either, but I mean, she's a kid. I don't know how many kids you know, but-- so she's about this tall, right? Reddish, brown hair. She has freckles-" and Hawkeye taps his cheekbones with the tips of his fingers. Freckles! See what they are? And her eyes-- Jesus, he knew they weren't brown but. Were they? Oh God, he was leaving Ellie to run back to the dead before the machines scooped them off the ground. There's fondness in his words, fear too. Hawkeye's nearly out of breath, his mind reeling. How many Tributes were there? And they all were raised at the Cornucopia, right? He didn't remember seeing Ellie there.

He's nearly breathless and so he swallows. Hawkeye swallows and pretends to calm himself and there's a loose, frantic little upturn to his lips when he says, "She likes to say 'fuck' a lot. Or 'fucking'. 'Fucker, fuck you, fuck that'- swears like a sailor, I swear. She's a sweetheart," like he was lovestruck himself in the purest sense. "She's a sweetheart but really tough. Tough as nails. Kili, you'll love her."