"Oh, you're not shivering? You're not clumsy? You haven't just been in freezing water?"

Finnick's clear eyes are sharp on the man's face, his voice sarcastic, because it's clear to anyone who cares to see it that the man is all of those things, and the grasp of his cold, wet wrist was enough for Finnick to guess about the water.

He'd watched tributes die from hypothermia one year in the Games; he knows what he's seeing.

"I'm not sure where we are myself. But you've been brought here from wherever you were."