Finnick likes to come to this tavern for brand-new Visitors, to try the weird drinks and to... Well, to hit on everyone, yes, yep. Even after so many months in this place and dying in Panem, that part of him hasn't really changed. He's as gregarious as ever.

He's chatting with someone, probably flirting, when his practiced smile falters at a familiar voice. It's loud, and hoarse, and so undeniable he immediately gets chills. Suddenly he's back in Thirteen and she's screaming at Haymitch.

His gaze snaps over to Katniss at the bar and he completely zones out of the conversation he's having, to the point where the person loses interest and he mumbles a 'sorry' as they walk away. He stares dumbfounded at her until she leaves the bar, at which point he springs into action, ordering the calming wine on the menu and running out after her. He wants to catch her before she goes through a portal.

Thankfully she's just trying to cool down out here.

"Katniss." Nope, no clever opening line, not this time. Neither of them have the wherewithal for that game right now.