She's not entirely convinced, and that shows in her expression. Cashmere eyes him, her distrust growing as she mentally picks apart what he's said.

"Why would I kill her?" Cashmere asks after a beat. "Other than her obvious obnoxious idiocy." How much does Haymitch know? She hasn't told him a thing, so anything he's getting at, he's known all along. Cashmere's never been much in the way of friendly towards the girl, but since their arrival at the hotel she's never attempted any harm other than verbal barbs.

It's her turn to take a step closer to him. "What do you know? Why would you say I want to kill anyone?"