The accent isn't one she can place. It doesn't sound like any she's head in either the Capitol or one of the Districts. And it puzzles Katniss, worries her. She's never encountered anyone from outside of Panem. Didn't know that such a thing could even be possible. She remembers what Plutarch said about other ancient lands before Panem. What little they learned in school about the North America that existed before the war.

But she has yet to find anything familiar, anything that might set her more at ease. She can't even consider this a dream because how could she dream anything so outlandish? So... calm.

Whatever's going on, she doesn't like it. And she still doesn't trust anyone, even if the mention of food makes her stomach growl a little. But she shakes her head regardless. She has no reason to trust this man.

And in any arena, any game, one thing's clear: everyone is out for themselves.