She listened and watched him closer. An unintentional skill she'd developed in the last two years was trying to see through peoples lies and half truths. She wasn't very good at it but she liked to think she was. Or maybe she just liked to think that there was still hope Peter could live up to the reputation her father had built for him.

"Thanks...I'm still not really sure how much to say...or what to say. I mean...I got out didn't I? I'm here now instead of back there. Most of my friends back there were either dead or gone anyway." Her voice betrays her there cracking but she keeps moving hoping to leave those stray feelings in her dust.

"They were total bastards. And I guess I still feel kind of bad...like I should be back there with the others. Instead I lucked out and I'm here safe and sound."

As if any place was truly safe. Sandy still found it almost impossible to sleep without nightmares unless she was drugged by a special kind of tea they'd had back in The Capitol. Thankfully the elves knew a thing or two about making soothing drinks.