Haymitch does not waver, stands his ground despite her movements. He's dealt with far worse than Cashmere before and will only deal with worse in his future, he's sure of it. He knows her to a degree -- they spend a few weeks a year together, playing nice and being perfect little Capitol pawns, after all.

"I know that look, sweetheart, and you're not exactly waiting for her to come out and do the hugging and singing songs bit."

He shrugs, waiting to see what it is she may have discovered, but he's almost one hundred percent certain he knows what it is. "You're a victor, who don't you want to kill? But she's gone. Knock and throw a fit all you want, she's disappeared." And whether he means to or not, his voice has taken on a bit of a raw edge to it, and he takes one step closer to Cashmere.