"Maybe." She allows, giving him a squint. She hadn't exactly been buddy buddy with the good Captain, but the face was certainly more than passing resemblance. But wouldn't he know what she was talking about? Unless they messed with his memory...Although why they would do that was beyond her. Seemed like doing that would just make him make the same decisions he had before.

(Don't ask her what a xerox is, she just picked up the term from the more tech savvy people. An elf, or a parrot? The world may never know.)

"You certainly look like Steve, though. I think he was the only tribute with a ranking that wasn't a commander, we've got three Commanders and he was sitting there with Captain. But don't take my word for it, it's not like we invited each other to our nameday--birthday parties." She shrugged, rubbing the back of her neck. "Anyway, I only know him because I try to have at least a passing knowledge of the people I'm thrown into a bloody death match with." There's a pause, then her hand is held out to him.

"It's a good policy for you to start on. Luckily, you get to start with the most attractive tribute in the tower. You can work your way down the totem pole from there." She grinned at him, without an ounce of shame to be found. "Warden-Commander Revas Tabris, at your service."