"Nice to met you then, Reyes. I've been here longer than most here by now." And it shows in how patched and faded his scrubs and coat are, how well-worn and weatherbeaten his boots, the bare patches rubbed against the leather by many months' walking the line of his fishing traps. Yes, he's been here a long time.

Not longer than everyone, but there are only a handful of people left here who'd been among the villagers when Finnick and Annie had arrived and bolted for the woods. Most people here from that time have disappeared, some long ago and some more recently, and been replaced by new faces, like Reyes himself.

"Get one with a fireplace," is the most immediate advice he offers, after a moment's consideration to think about just how helpful he should be. Whatever his natural inclinations might say, a part of Finnick still treats this place as a competition, where any help given has to be weighed against its potential costs. Career training dies hard, harder still when it's reinforced by years of survival in the Capitol's social scene.

Not seeing the new guy freeze is probably in all their interests though, really.

"Winters are hard here, you'll need it. Some of them are pretty beat up but some have already had someone do some work on them who's not here anymore. Could save yourself some repairs in the middle of winter if you find one that's been used before."