The use of the word try there is deliberate, because he's also seen how few of them worked. It was something a tribute might try if they had a knife and some sort of string or line and not much else, and hadn't spent enough time with the instructors to learn how to make decent traps. Bows are, unfortunately for most of the tributes, harder to make than they look, and Finnick himself knows very little about how to do it. He's not even a particularly good archer himself, though he'd had a little training years ago at the Academy.
It's still his habit here to hold back from being too genuine when he meets people, the same detachment he'd taught himself to use in public in Panem, where everyone knew what they expected from him, and it was easier to play into their expectations than anything else. Not that he still thinks everyone here knows who and what he is, but it's easier to fall back into what he's used to than to force himself to act against those habits.
Still, he's aware that it's particularly unhelpful to point out what's obvious without offering anything else, so he moves a little closer, using the end of the trident he's carrying to lean on.
"Having any luck with it?" That, too, might be a little obvious, but it's also an opening.
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The use of the word try there is deliberate, because he's also seen how few of them worked. It was something a tribute might try if they had a knife and some sort of string or line and not much else, and hadn't spent enough time with the instructors to learn how to make decent traps. Bows are, unfortunately for most of the tributes, harder to make than they look, and Finnick himself knows very little about how to do it. He's not even a particularly good archer himself, though he'd had a little training years ago at the Academy.
It's still his habit here to hold back from being too genuine when he meets people, the same detachment he'd taught himself to use in public in Panem, where everyone knew what they expected from him, and it was easier to play into their expectations than anything else. Not that he still thinks everyone here knows who and what he is, but it's easier to fall back into what he's used to than to force himself to act against those habits.
Still, he's aware that it's particularly unhelpful to point out what's obvious without offering anything else, so he moves a little closer, using the end of the trident he's carrying to lean on.
"Having any luck with it?" That, too, might be a little obvious, but it's also an opening.