It wouldn't do not to greet the host of the party, and Jason may not be much for social niceties but he wasn't exactly raised by brutes. Besides, while he has no great fondness for anyone, he appreciates Oceana's work. The District Seven is something an acquired taste and Jason would be eager to replace him at any moment, and Oceana's a hard enough worker and has a keen enough eye that she's on a very short list of acceptable substitutes.

He hasn't met her in person, though. She wasn't a presence back when he worked in District Ten over a decade ago, and as this is his first week back on the job and he has nine uncooperative Tributes to herd, introducing himself to new faces hasn't been a priority until now.

He's got his glass of water now, his best suit for social gatherings. Most Capitolites would have an entire wardrobe full, but Jason only has three, all mended with care as if that could hide that they tend to repeat themselves, that they're a few seasons off of copacetic for the current trends. He leans against the bar as Oceana comes back for a drink.

"Quite the excitement you have going on here. I hope the hostess is having as nice a night as everyone else is."