TGTAF Chapter 6 - Question Time

The capitol was everything I had dreamed and more.  The bright colours the vibrancy even the crystal chandeliers . Everything Emily would lap up in admiration.
Emily…
I had nearly forgotten about her, and Cat. I hope they’re ok. I mean I know district twelve isn’t bad but it’s not heaven either.
“CLANG” the sound of metal falling on the floor sent me jumping up ready to tackle anyone who dared to hurt me.
“whoops sorry for frightening you, I’m such a klutz, why they thought I’d be the best person to try and keep you alive when I nearly kill myself a lot of the time I’ve no idea, although I doubt you’ll need much help with reflexes and a battle stance like that, what are you like with a blade?”
“and who are you?” I ask eyeing this woman up she’s short, has blue/black hair and small piercing eyes with violet lenses. One hand is clutching a glass and she extends the other towards me.
“oh sorry about that, I speak before I think, Laya Perriweather here to try and keep both of us alive” she says smiling at me as I take her outstretched hand.
“Cassandra Watson. Nice to meet you… I think.” I replied. She looked at me for a minute scrutinizing me her grip on my hand very firm before letting go in a flourish and offering me a glass of liquid.
“its called champagne darling, its alcohol good for the soul and very good at making awkward situations disappear, well don’t just stand there, sit and lets talk, I want to know everything that might help.” Cringing I take the glass and sit down on the sofa, looking in at the bubbling liquid, I take a small sip and find myself coughing as unexpected bubbles rush to my head.
“Cassandra-“ I cut her off placing the glass on an oddly shaped table in front of me.
“No please just call me Cassie. Far easier”
“Well then, Cassie, tell me, have you ever used a blade?” she asked me taking small sips as I thought of a way to answer without endangering Cat or Emily.
“as in knife or something?”
“as in dagger, sword or something darling. She replied.”
“Oh. No. I guess I haven’t then.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Bow and arrow?”
“No”
“Spear?”
I jumped up fuming, “Look I’ve never used any kind of weapon. Would you stop asking me all these pointless weapons questions, it’s not like there’s much point me attempting to even get though the bloodbath. They’re going to kill me anyway!” and with that I ungracefully knocked into her glass sending the remaining liquid flying over her and stormed towards a door that I hoped led to my room.
“It’s the other one darling!” she called from the sofa. I glanced over at her before opening the door. And she was looked me in the eye. But it wasn’t with disgust. Or anger. It was sympathy and a pure determination which I didn’t understand then but I knew that I soon would.
Shutting the door behind me. I sank down onto the floor, back against the wall and cried. And cried. And cried until I had no more tears to cry and my sobs had died down.

Then I slept.