She doesn't notice him at first. Her eyes are too busy flitting around, taking in the scenery and the moving people as fast as she can. She's not looking for anyone in particular because why would there actually be someone here that she might know? Volunteers aside, tributes to the Hunger Games had always been randomly selected. Why would it be any different with this Q? Gamemakers don't care. None of them ever have good intentions.

Why would that ever change?

Except... except for a second there, she thinks that she hears her name. Tea spills as she quickly slams the mug back on the table and looks around with renewed suspicion, if not a bit of surprise. And then she sees him.

Her eyes tear up almost automatically. Because it's him and he's looking so alive and healthy and Finnick and she remembers hearing his screams. She remembers seeing him die. The lizard mutts haunt her nightmares every night. She'll never forget. Never forget what he sacrificed for her.

Wobbling a little as she stands, she uses the table as a crutch and whispers, "Finnick?"