She turns on him, as if disappointed that she can't carry off that doe-eyed, frail little girl anymore, though it has been seven years and her patience has slowly been getting cut down, more and more, because...well, when wouldn't it? "Maybe there's another door out there with a better life. Maybe that's where I'll settle," she says, but it's abstract and far from definite.

After all, the Capitol looks pretty on first glance before you start digging down below the surface.