"You again."
Serena recognized the voice before she turned, and the familiarity wasn't the good kind. The dark-haired woman from the courtyard.
"I was hoping you'd moved on by now," she said, rounding the corner like she owned the corridor and the air in it. Her eyes dropped to Serena's dress then climbed back up slowly. "But here you are. Still lingering."
Serena turned to face her. "I'm just passing through."
"You're always just passing through. Just happening to be wherever Finnick is." She stopped two feet away, close enough that Serena could smell her perfume. "Do you rehearse that? The doe-eyed virgin routine?"
Serena held her look. "I don't know what you think is happening, but you're mistaken."
The woman laughed. Short, sharp, no humor in it.
