(The basket Johanna woke up with had some maps in it. Maybe she would take a look at them, compare them to one of the US. Turns out, some scholars (pushes up glasses) believe that District 7 was in Oregon.)

I think I'm from the future. (have a shrug) I mean. I dunno.

(Johanna takes a few steps forward and looks at the wound. Or lack thereof.) Means you're a princess, princess. You got anything else-- (Johanna was about to make a very obscene joke and decided against it, this girl might die.) Nevermind. Well, I'll see you around Princess Bella.