It's the first hint of annoyance she's shown, a scowl that's only viable for an instant before she shoots her own drink. When the glass is placed back down on the counter for a refill, the half-smirk smile is back. While the tributes not knowing the history was excusable, Velma's ego just couldn't swallow it that easily. But this was what she had to work with, for now.

Fuck, she could only hope it was just for now she was back in this layer of the arena.

"Velma Kelly. Born, raised, and victor of the district you're representing. I've been busy, but an introduction's better late than never, right?"