Finnick welcomed himself to the seat across from the kid after receiving the weak handshake. He sipped his drink when he did, inspecting Kevin more closely now.

"In how to stay alive in there." He nodded towards a nearby screen. "At least as much as I can considering we have no idea what sort of arena you'll be thrown into." Finnick made direct eye contact the entire time he spoke. "Also how to get sponsors while in there. Or when you're here- this whole tributes in the Capitol walking around freely before the Games is a new concept around here."

"So what's your...world like?" What an odd question to be asking.