Jason meets her by the beverages, where he's quickly laying claim to the last of the water bottles. He's got his eyes on each of his Tributes in turn, watching them with the sort of closeness of someone looking for a mistake. He doesn't seem aware of any of Porrim's anxieties, and only dimly registers her identity at all for a solid few moments.

Her face is a little familiar, not just from his basic research on getting back into Escorting but because he saw her father a few times in the past; the Compsons and the Maryams didn't really run in the same circles, but every once in a while there'd be a fundraiser for a new research wing to the hospital, or something like that, and the scientific and old money politician communities would overlap for a few hours at a time. He stopped attending those functions when his family fell out of favor back in his teens, but sometimes the faces bubble back up in his sleep like corpses emerging from swamp muck.

"Porrim Maryam." He doesn't lead straight off with an introduction, instead leaping at the chance to try and get a question answered. "Your District has some partiers, doesn't it? Do you know if Tributes are allowed to sneak the alcohol out of the party or if I can report them for that?"