Sigma nods. "That is fine. A pleasure to meet you as well, Doctor." It is interesting how many people were willing to address him by his first name, here; the instant his companions at home had discovered he was a Gamemaker, they refused to use his first name, as if he had lost the privilege of owning one for doing his job. As if being a doctor in his field dehumanized him.

He doesn't know what she might already have in that file of hers or how much attention she pays to each Tribute in the Arena, but Sigma decides to start with the most obvious. "I suppose I should say that my age is beginning to catch up with me. As time goes on, I find it more difficult to support the weight of my cybernetic arms. They were never intended to be used on Earth's gravity, you see..." He shrugs as if it is an obvious thing to note. "My shoulders and back hurt almost constantly. If you could prescribe me something to take the edge off, I would very much appreciate that."