"I've heard that," he agrees, genuine amusement curling one corner of his mouth into a half-smile. He's sure it's true, though he doesn't know enough about science to be able to say why: physics wasn't considered necessary for the fisherfolk of District Four to learn.

Katniss Everdeen would no doubt have agreed with the man, and she'd probably even have been able to advise him on what to do with the bow. Finnick himself has feathers in large supply -- with a gaggle of a dozen geese, plenty of feathers are shed in his and Annie's front yard -- but he'd turned his attentions to the spear and makeshift trident he'd gotten materials for shortly after he'd arrived here, and he'd been happy with those weapons. They were far more his style.

"Finnick Odair. I don't think I ever got yours, either."

Eventually, he'll regularly remember to introduce himself without being asked, but it's still scattershot at the moment, after so many years spent never meeting anyone who didn't know his name.