This whole situation isn't really like him, in the long run. It's not beyond him to take up arms on the "wrong" side of things, but he isn't particularly enjoying being in the good graces of the Capitol. The pros don't really outweigh the cons. The luxury isn't really enough to make putting his life on the line like a dancing puppet worth it.

He remains perfectly still when she approaches. He's very accustomed to sudden movements leading to a line of bullets in his direction. When all she does is push his visor up, he can't even pretend not to be confused, so he quirks a brow at her.

"You don't think they'd use an unlimited supply of microwave-ready goons to win their war? C'mon, don't act dumber than you look, dollface." He's toeing a dangerous line with that kind of sass, but he's pretty sure any information he has is more valuable than shooting off his balls. "Didn't think I'd be seeing you with a gun in your hands, I gotta say."