#threads:thatcher

[vengefvlx]

Cressida would always be grateful for those around her. So much of the Capitol was dog eat dog. People wanting to be on top and pushing others aside. But Cressida liked having a team. It was good to share the load. Of course Cressida wasn't overly good at sharing the load enough that she could properly rest. "You always are." She mused with a laugh. It was true. Cressida needed to work on asking for help more. Or maybe actually taking rests. Though she was of the opinion that she could rest properly when the war was over. Whenever that would be.

Cressida didn't comment any further on Coin's opinion. Whilst it was somethings okay to agree to disagree she wasn't confident on how Coin took people disagreeing with her. Cressida knew getting footage of the rescue out was important. But to her it felt like she was exploiting already vulnerable people by showing the reunions. Cressida had promised herself that when she left the Capitol that she would stop filming people that didn't want to be filmed. Hopefully one day soon she would actually be able to keep that promise. But until then, she'd try as much as she could. "That does sound like a good idea..." She murmured, her attention turning back to the screen. "I think there's a couple of shots of the backs of people....." She murmured, moving the mouse, and pulling a couple of different stills up. "That feels less invasive, and I think we'd still get the same impact." But without necessarily having to show too many faces. And hopefully Coin would be happy with that.

To someone else her welcome might have been unnecessary but to a man who'd grown up knowing that he was unwanted, there would always be comfort felt in knowing that he was. "Thanks. Happy to help." He smiled slightly at her but inwardly he couldn't help be cringe. As grateful as he was to be able to do something useful in the rebellion, there were times he felt uneasy having to speak for his fellow Victors. He felt in no real position to say with any authority where the line would be drawn. Still, he was grateful that the question was even being asked, rather than someone forging ahead with a propo that took nothing into account other than impact.

There's a slight nod given, appreciating Cressida's acknowledgement that it almost felt like crossing a line. "I'm sure she is." There's a slight bitterness to the words, finding himself feeling somewhat more cynical than usual. While he knows that they were better off in Thirteen than the Capitol, he's not sure how he feels about the way that they were fast becoming just as much of a spectacle there as they had been. Private moments being almost exploited under the guise of it all being for the rebellion. It's a thought that he pushed from his mind - now wasn't the time to begin deciding if the ends justified the means, just ensuring that they didn't lose momentum on what could be their only chance. "I think we aim to show as little as possible while keeping the impact. Maybe if we cut between things without lingering it'll feel better?"

[vengefvlx]

There was not much in life that made Cressida happier than being behind the camera. It was why when she'd gone more into the producing side of things that she made sure she still took time to use her actual camera. She didn't want to lose her skills either. Of course filming here wasn't what she was used too. Most of the time, other than when she'd been filming the games, she had at least felt like the people had wanted to be on the camera. She wasn't so sure now. And she also felt like she didn't have much choice either. But if it helped, then she would feel a little better.

Cress couldn't deny, even with her conflicted feelings, that editing made her happy. The footage at the moment on the screen was emotional. Some of it she felt guilty for having caught, feeling that they should be private moments. Thatcher's arrival was good timing, at least in her opinion. Some thoughts from someone not from the Capitol would be helpful. "You know you're always welcome in here." She never wanted anyone to think they needed approval to be in hers, especially not hers. They were a team. Nobody was more important than anyone else. She turned her chair back round to the screen once he'd sat down, though it was angled a little more towards him now. "Reunions post rescue." She explained to the footage, that was now paused, as she talked to him. "Your opinion would be helpful.... I feel like I'm invading moments that should be private but Coin is keen on including them in the propaganda."

There'd been times over the years when he'd questioned just how much he'd be able to do for the rebellion. It wasn't just his usual low opinion of himself that left him feeling that way but rather being what he deemed a reasonable assessment of his skills. Words had never came easily to him nor did he think he had a particularly compelling story to win people over to their side - at least not one that hadn't already been extensively covered. So there'd been some relief felt when he was told that there could be a space for him within the propo team, the 'talent' he'd picked up in his early years of being a Victor finally proving useful. He was, after all, much better behind a camera than in front of it.

The hours were mostly flexible, or at least he found that the work didn't often interfere with the time he wanted to spend with Lennox, even if the demand on his time was usually high. There was always something that needed edited. Small smile echoes hers in greeting as he walked further into the room, finding the need to explain his arrival. "I had a few hours to spare, well, not really spare-" There's a small grimace given at the word when he felt endless pressure to be productive. "- but Len's in school the rest of the afternoon so." He slips into the chair next to her, eyes sliding towards the screen. "What we looking at today? You got a vision already?"