Christ, what a douchebag. But his smirk stays even as he rolls his eyes at him, and slowly disappears after. "Whatever you say, man."

By the time Nick finishes his glass of wine, the soup arrives. He doesn't start on it just yet though. Living in the Capitol has since taught him to be careful with the food given how rich it can be. The drinks are too. The wine he just downed tasted like he just ate an entire cake.

Back to the other matter of trying to figure this guy out. His eyes fall upon a few tables over, towards the purple...person that he recognizes from the arena broadcast he watched earlier, and the form Zed took on following her death. He lets his gaze linger there for a bit. It's not hard to spot her given how easily she stands out.

"That one sittin' over there," he begins, gesturing over to Gritta's table. He doesn't dare to attempt to describe her. "Your friend?"