Haymitch and Annie, right. Just more confirmation that everyone she'd been dumb enough to trust just because they were from home has been keeping secrets from her for months. She kicks petulantly at the bed frame and shrugs at his offer.

With everything overturned there's no where to sit and the dismantled bed will make it difficult to sleep (not that she's interested in sleeping but she'll have to give in sooner rather than later). The only reason for destroying the room had been to get some of the anger that was inside onto the outside, which says something about her lack of appropriate coping skills and maybe about her common sense too.

"Fine," she agrees as though it's her doing him the favor and not the other way around. "You can help." No promises that she won't try to put anything through the wall again.