Taking a look around Peeta tried to not let his thoughts play out across his face. This didn't really resemble the sort of place that someone actually lived. Even though he spent the majority of his day outside of his own room in the Boarding House it still had that decidedly lived-in look. This did not, but that didn't really surprise him.

He looked around for a place to sit, but when none immediately sprang to mind he settled himself against a wall where the light was better than it was in the middle of the room.

"You can describe things, what you want to remember. People, things, and I'll sketch it. See what I can do with what I know. How does that sound?"