[Clove isn’t given to paranoia---it’s a weakness if it strikes in moments when it really has no basis. But for where she is currently---walking through the now-empty Hub right before nine p.m. tuck-in, when nearly everyone ought to be heading to their Houses already---and for who she’s seen to be by the majority of the Colony’s inhabitants...]
[...no, feeling like she’s being followed isn’t paranoid here, it’s entirely rational. Her skin prickles, and she checks over her shoulder, eyeing the shadowed and deserted stalls.]













