She was silent for a long stretch, sans the small sound of crying coming out from her curled up position. There was a clear trembled to her, as she tried desperately to gather up her pieces, and feeling them slip from her hands again and again.

Whatever had just broken wasn't going to be patched up with any tools Effie possessed. There was not enough make up and good manners in the world.

Finally she managed to get her voice, although she was more mumbling to her drink than talking to Haymitch.

"I don't know what to do. This is all I know."