"An apology?" It has already slipped her mind what she was right about, gone from her thoughts almost as soon as the words had flown her lips. To Clara, the truth is so apparent there is no need to defend it once it has been said. Leonidas takes her hand to kiss it and she flushes with all the innocence of a child, her smile turned a touch shy. It's such a sweet gesture, especially coming from someone who whips Careers into shape for a living. But they wouldn't be Careers anymore, would they? Not since the Gamemakers began funneling people in from other worlds.

"I am District Nine's escort now. We will be seeing much of each other." The certainty in the look she gives him, face still luminously pink, leaves little room for doubt.