Daine gives him a considering look as she shuts her door and starts down the hall. "No," she muses, "I think you're missing something." Then, with an impish grin, she hands him Molly's leash. The little dog shifts over to trot at Peeta's side and looks up at him with a cheerful, panting face and a wagging tail. Both of the dogs like Peeta; really, the only reason she doesn't give him Sarge is because the larger dog finds him a little too distracting.

He smells delicious, Sarge says wistfully as he walks on Daine's other side, peering across at Peeta. He always smells delicious. Is he going to share the bread he has in his bag?

If he does, it will only be if you're very, very well behaved, Daine replies, giving Sarge an encouraging pat. The dog heaves a rather dramatic sigh, but he does behave himself very well as they head out of the base and up the stairs, merging with the crowds of morning commuters.

It's a bit of a crush, and Daine glances back to make sure Peeta's still with her, then takes his hand so they won't get separated on their way outside. "Sorry," she says over the general hubbub of the station, "I forget how crowded it is here this early."