It's like Katniss is multiplying. This has got to be at least the fourth version of her that Johanna has seen. If she didn't know any better, she'd imagine that the Capitol has started to clone them and has set them loose here, just to fuck with their heads. She gives her a disbelieving look from the salad area of the buffet, scoffing with disbelief. "Really?" she demands, patience running low. "How many of you are there?"