Shell Bell doesn't get off the train immediately when they hit District Three. Tony has one last miserable speech to deliver, and the train will then stick around long enough for everything to be unloaded. Bell sits tight in Sherlock's compartment with the TV on, keeps her wits about her, and awaits cues from either Stark twin.
Afterward, he comes back to Sherlock's room and has one more go at the door.
After she's been there for a couple days, local time, she wakes up to find decorations everywhere. It must be another holiday. She overlapped with one before - it was called Crismus or something like that, this was before she got her recorder - and the color scheme and the symbols were different, but it appears to be the same phenomenon, just a different underlying holiday. Pink and red and white. Lace and ribbons and endless repetitions of a shape like a mirrored, unbroken wave. She pays it no attention.
(Bell is determined not to be awkward around either Sherlock or Tony, despite what she wound up informing herself the previous subjective evening talking to her recorder alone in her room. That segment is locked; it'll act like it's not there until she authorizes it, even if she carelessly plays through a time period that includes it.)
"Whatever just bit me is messing with my brain. I did not feel this way a minute ago, I did not do it on purpose, and now it is happening anyway, and I am scared that that can happen, and even though this is part of the problem all I want is for you to hug me and tell me it'll be okay," says Bell, bursting into tears.
She squeezes Sherlock's hand again like she believes herself to be dangling over a pit suspended by nothing else.
"It would be funny if it weren't so intrusive," grumbles Bell. "It's in my head. Why couldn't they openly offer me a syringe of whatever this was when I was trying to like girls? But, hm." She glances around the room. "Okay, it's not girls, it's just you, so that wouldn't have helped then particularly unless I'd had one in mind and I didn't."
"Because having children in Panem would be ludicrously irresponsible, I don't especially want to be alone forever, based on how many married couples wind up with children I don't think most men would be adamant as I am on the subject of avoiding risk, and if I liked girls I could at least theoretically wind up with one and never have to worry about bringing a small important person into a terrible world. I guess now the plan is to take over the world and then do whatever I please." Pause. "Do... you think... that this stuff lasts?"
"I was about to suggest that we go in my room or yours or wherever and see if we can sleep it off but actually it's possible being alone in a room would be a bad idea relative to what we'll think after it does wear off. Assuming it does. Milliways isn't usually that... terrible."
She settles back down, all asnuggle, and looks at the wall, and thinks about her thoughts. It'd be better with her recorder, but she can do some without.
She might want to carry on snuggling anyway just because it's physically pleasant and she's gone for a significant fraction of her life without human contact. But she doesn't want it to be weird.
She scoots away carefully and extricates herself, attempting to not wake Sherlock, not sure if Sherlock's sleep thing will "notice" while she's still asleep that the dart has worn off and Bell is no longer an acceptable sleep companion.
Bell points out the parts of the generator that were referred to during various parts of the explanation she got - the ports to attach batteries, in particular. She also produces her gold coins. "I got some of these, if there's a reason to want gold instead of copper for anything," she says.
"Maybe. I don't know. I don't think I realized it was unusual to care about what I was thinking so much until I was... at least fourteen. It didn't occur to me to explain what people around me said about themselves with the hypothesis that they didn't know, and weren't just hedging or being secretive or lying."
"I'm good at controlling my fire stick, talking to myself, and convincing people in Milliways that despite the fact that I have no accomplishments I'm a valuable source of advice, and apart from that -" Bell also shrugs. "You could probably trivialize anyone that way, reducing them to a list of three skills. Tony's good at charming people, building things, and looking like he's not miserable on stage."
"You're welcome," says Bell. "Anyway, why does having a small circle of people who'd miss you add up to not having much to you? Two people would miss you. Two people currently miss me; I don't know how I rate with you and Tony right now but even if it's negligible I don't think I suddenly became more interesting as a person recently. You don't seem to be classifying me the same way."
Bell rolls over and looks at the ceiling. "If Lynnis and all the other Careers in line had defected, my main accomplishment would be the same as yours. As it is I have none. Are accomplishments relevant to what you're trying to get at or do you not know why you brought that up either?" Pause. "Let me know if I'm being intrusive. My curiosity sometimes puppets my mouth and my tact is narcoleptic."
Pause. "Also, tangent, do you think we should tell Tony about the holiday darts? If only to warn him to flee the bar if he sees it with lacy pink and red decorations and that funny -" She forms her hands into the double-wave shape. "This thing?"
"It's really good. You probably already knew that," says Bell. She briefly wonders if the awkward announcement will put Tony off his food, then determines that to be a rationalization. "Milliways does holidays sometimes, did you know? There is one that you should avoid. The decorations are red and pink and white and lacy, and there's a symbol that looks like this -" She puts her fork down to form it with her hands. "And part of the festivities is drugging people with... I don't know, love-darts? And we got stung and fell in drug-induced love and had to sleep it off but at least I realized what was going on. And there's no good way to explain that to you but the alternative was not telling you at all which seemed like a bad idea."