Finnick smiles wryly as he looks down at the soda he's just opened. It's always going to sound funny in his head, the ridiculous chain of events that brought him here. It's tempting to tell people where he's from just to see if they'd believe him, but it's not worth the potential of having to talk about the war and the Games and the people he still wishes he hadn't left.

"Yeah, I just got here," he says, looking back up with a smirk. "I guess I'm pretty new to the whole" - he gestures - "scene."