[She's pacing now, vicious grin on her face that doesn't falter - even with Finnick's offer and what it implies. Instead, Johanna imagines getting out, grabbing that leader bitch at the party and pressing thumbs into her eye sockets until her screams cut out, until her body stops twitching. It helps, but only just.]

How about I don't kill you once you let me out? Does that sound good? [Head cocked to the side as if she's seriously considering this a good offer, but this isn't her bargaining chip and she doesn't want to make promises she can't keep. There's a shake of her head as she pushes her bangs out of her eyes.] Fine. I'll give you a memory. You bargain in that, right?