Johanna gives a quiet snort, rolling up the sleeve of her shirt to show the new woman the lovely scarred pock mark where her own tracker had been until she had cut it out. "Finnick told me he was doing something with them, but I didn't ask for details. Mine's sitting in a cupboard, collecting dust." Mainly because she hasn't decided what to do with it, but given the in and out nature of this place, part of her wants to put it in someone else's pocket and let the Capitol try and track them through a few universes.