Before she'd even risen the next morning Ophelia had a uniform in a box which had been placed by the foot of her bed. It was tight, all black with red elements and it seemed they would all have different numbers depending on each persons district.

She changed into the clothing that was surprisingly comfortable though really that would make sense.

Breakfast that morning had been overrun with non-acknowledged awkwardness between her and Gale. Last night as they returned he had given her quite the telling off in the elevator. He'd reminded her about five times how dangerous Cato Hadley would be and that was all within the two minute elevator ride. He'd scolded her for being so close to him, because if anyone else had wandered in there and seen them they'd more than likely think there had been something going on with how close they had been. He had even questioned her over whether she had actually met him before because you don't get that close to someone you've never met. Wrongly Ophelia just stood there in silence, she hadn't tried to defend her actions, hadn't argued back, she just stared at the lift doors until they finally opened.

That had been the point Gale had near woken everyone else up with his yell asking her why she wasn't listening to him. She'd then for the first time responded with saying 'last I checked I don't report to you' followed with 'therefore thanks for the advice but I can take care of myself' to this Gale had just yelled that she clearly couldn't.

Haymitch and Effie could quite clearly sense the tension between the two. Staring back and forth, trying to start meaningless conversations. Eventually Haymitch would catch Ophelia's eye mouthing to ask if she were okay which she'd nod to. Not that he believed it.

After the painfully awkward breakfast they'd made their way down to the training room that hadn't had the same chill as it did last night. Upon entering the pair had to walk past Cato who would only make watch Ophelia's every move until they'd stood still, Gale standing in a way that Cato could no longer see her. The blonde had wondered what this guys deal was for a moment. Did they really have a thing? Had he read her response wrong the night before? He couldn't know but he would certainly find out.

The tributes had been warned once again not to cause injury to the remaining tributes during her training as there would be plenty of time for that in the arena. How lovely. They'd been told of how many tributes would die from natural causes and what not. Eventually allowing the tributes to commence their first day of training. In reality it had been far from safe, weapons covered the room, weapons that very easily could be used to murder someone at any time. She'd suppose that had been why none of the mentors had joined them.

She watched Cato immediately make his way to a rack of swords. Varying lengths, widths and he had gone for one that would be roughly the length of his forearm. She tried to discreetly watch just what he'd chosen to do with his selected weapon. Meanwhile taking sparing glances at the other careers in his little group. Clove had gone for knives which she threw with impeccable accuracy, she would be a threat. Glimmer had picked up a crossbow, within the five minutes Ophelia had been surveying she hadn't hit the target once. Marvel seemed to just be jumping around with a spear in hand though it would seem he knew how to use it which could pose problems for Ophelia who also knew how to use the spear.

Finally Cato swung the sword he'd lifted mercilessly decapitating about five dummies within a minute. How charming, Ophelia had thought.

Gale eventually pulled at her arm tugging her towards a rack covered in knives. That would've concerned her if it hadn't been for her current situation. In her turning to now face Gale she hadn't noticed Cato's attention turn to her, or rather Gale's grip on her arm. Cato had been trained since he'd been twelve to eliminate anyone male or female and yet the look of his tight grip which would more than likely sting send shivers down him. It would sound ludicrous someone being willing to murder in an arena in order to win not liking the way a woman was grabbed but that had been exactly what was happening.

"Did you learn nothing last night?" Gale fumed again looking over to Cato who had already been staring.

"I was analysing them all" she confirmed snatching her arm back, something that would make Cato smile, "I need to work out exactly who will become my biggest competition or else I may as well go in with no training" she placed a hand on her hip whilst Gale's irate expression fell, "Clove is good, too good" Gale looked over to the shorter girl who had still been knife throwing at the targets, "you hadn't noticed that though, had you?" Gale's mouth opened but no words would follow, "Glimmer on the other hand, I'd imagine she's all talk, because by the looks of it her academy barely taught her how to hold a bow nevermind shoot an arrow from it"

Ophelia had deliberately avoided Cato the entire day, he'd walked toward where she'd been stood —sharpening a knife— and even though she hadn't finished her task she'd walked away for a water break, it was pathetic and she knew it. She didn't know why he'd made her nervous. Even despite not appreciating Gale's telling off she couldn't forget his words. How if it had been someone else to walk in they could've thought it had been more than it was. She couldn't forget how close he'd gotten and how she cowered away like an idiot. Cato had made one attempt that day to try and get under her skin but backed off as soon as he'd watched her walk away. He was anything but silly and so he'd known it wasn't just a coincidental water break. She was avoiding him after just one conversation—if you could even call it that.

Glimmer and Marvel had made passing comments about her throughout the day as they did with all the other tributes. Cato hadn't really cared expect from one thing Marvel had said. He bets that Ophelia Fox has all the men wrapped around her finger, Gale, the tribute from eleven who'd been nice to her that day despite being cold to everyone else, he'd even gone as far to say her mentor's would be doting over her. Perhaps he had been right, maybe she did know how to lure a man in. Maybe that had been why Gale had been so protective over her, maybe they'd been friends before this of course but it didn't seem like it. Surprisingly Cato was quite good at reading body language and theirs was not that of two lifelong friends.

He watched as she and Gale left together, he looked exhausted and somehow she didn't. Either she was more skilled than he'd first anticipated or she wasn't trying as hard as she should have been. Gale placed an arm around her shoulders as he'd made eye contact with Cato. Did he really believe that Cato cared? All he cared about was winning this damn thing and now knowing she may be more manipulative than at a first glance, he'd make sure he didn't fall victim to this cheesy tribute romance.

It had happened before in games even for Haymitch and it was always tacky and overdone. No one ever won because of it and even if, like Haymitch, they did win—they had to watch their lover die.

Cato had without warning nodded to Clove that it had been time to leave, coincidentally getting in the same elevator as Ophelia and Gale who immediately stuffed up as Cato stopped the door from closing before pushing in. The lift space had been rather small and so they'd been quite close.

Silence seemed like it was going to echo the entire time until the pretty little district twelve girl cleared her throat, "Clove?" Her voice had been steady.

Clove turned looking at Cato with a raised brow first before muttering a hum in response.

"You're bleeding" Ophelia stayed calm despite Cloves demeanour, she pointed to the side of her forearm which Clove would quickly take a peak at while muttering a curse now. Ophelia would speak to the girl again, "they should have a cream in your apartment, it will cause the injury to scar over at a much quicker rate"

Clove had looked uncertain at first before the smallest smile tugged at her lip, "thanks—" she had looked to the girl waiting for confirmation of a name.

"Ophelia"

"Thanks Ophelia" Cato hadn't seen Clove thank anyone, ever. Even himself.

The elevator binged as they reached the second floor, Clove exited first before Cato who would turn to face Ophelia, backward to the door so that he could stare her in the eye. She didn't back down which in turn caused a smirk to appear on the boys lips and he stood and watched until the doors closed finally letting Ophelia release the breath she'd held when he'd looked at her.

"What is that guy's problem?" Gale tutted shaking his head as he leaned back against the glass.

"He's overly confident" Ophelia answered truthfully, "while he was training, he was vicious and slightly terrifying but—" her final word intrigued Gale, "he lacked a sense of self awareness, he took heads of the dummies mercilessly yes but he didn't once look around himself" relief and a tinge of regret plagues Gale after his tugging her away earlier, "it's all well and good getting yourself a kill but what is that worth if someone has snuck up behind you and takes your life straight after?" She finally looked to Gale as the elevator opened again on floor twelve.

"Can you teach me how to do that?" He laughed a little as they entered the penthouse.

"Do what?"

"Notice these things" he confirmed with another laugh.

"Afraid not Gale" she in turn let out a smaller laugh, "observation skills can't be taught" she smiled brightly as big as he'd seen her smile the whole time they'd been here, "I suppose I just have a natural raw talent for it"

Gale lifted a brow, "and Cato is the overly confident one?"

Ophelia placed one hand on her hip, "I did say he was but I never said I wasn't too"