"Always someone who will," he agrees and, for a moment, there's a normalcy in the scene that there hasn't been about anything else here. Just a cat and a man arguing over the catch.

There'd always been cats hanging around the docks back in District Four, a lifetime ago when Finnick had been a fisherman's son learning to be a fisherman like his parents and their parents before them. And there'd always been someone willing to share a morsel of fish, just like there'd always been cats to beg it from them.

The incongruous scene isn't enough to lure Finnick into complacency, but Raleigh had been friendly enough when they'd met. And ... nobody outside an alliance or a district partnership in the arena bothers with how anyone else is doing, except to count the dead and, by extension, their own chances. So after a moment's pause, Finnick shrugs with a half-smile.

"Had a few tough days, but we're okay."