The first thing that Cullen notices about this man is that he projects very clearly the feeling of newcomer. He acts much the same as Cullen had felt on first arriving in the Capitol.

"Trust me, I understand," he says with a faint curl of his lip. "It's worse when you go through it yourself." Not, perhaps, the actual dying part, but the uncertainty of it, of having to see those you care about die.

He holds out his hand for the other man to shake. "My name is Cullen," he says politely.