[She nods quickly. Anything to reassure the girl, to get her to stop looking so disappointed and so heart broken. She wishes she could be there right now to give the little girl a hug. To hold her tight and sing to her like she once sung to Prim.

But she can't sing anymore. And she doesn't know where the girl is.]

You could also ask someone else. I... [She pauses, thinking. Peeta hadn't been the only artist in the art gallery. Were some of the others still here?] I think there are a lot of good artists here who might be willing to help. All you have to do is ask.