"In a grander sense, none of us do, trapped by the whims of this place and isolated from our homes and our true callings." The fortune is tossed aside as Cinna stands, a slight smile. "But you're talking on a more day-to-day matter, aren't you?"

He heads to a worktable, strewn with large sheets of paper with drawings on them. Motioning for her to join him he waves at the sheets. "I could use some help this afternoon, if you're looking for work."

And truth be told, he can use the distraction. While certain he understands the meaning of the fortune he had in his fingers, it's not something he wants to dwell on overlong and helping Katniss help him would be a welcome task.