Finnick had spent a long time with the whole concept of introductions not working in the way it does for people who aren't victors. People had been thrilled to give him their names and he'd made it a priority to remember them. He's just still not used, here, to actually needing to ask people for them.

"Pretty long," he says. "Hard to tell here, maybe a year."

It's the seasons that have given him the best way to guess that, and it had been fall or late summer when he'd first gotten here.

"You've been here a while, right?"

They may not have met, but Finnick keeps an eye on the people coming and going from the village, as best he can without being fully involved in the community itself. He's still good at watching and listening, even outside the Capitol.