He's ready for danger. To seek it out, to avoid it, to face it, whatever the situation demands. He's ready for assessments, for strategies, for tactics, for the arena and everything it demands. For keeping Katniss and Peeta alive until the rescue plans can be put into place.

He isn't ready for this, isn't ready to be approached with caution, just close enough that he sees the movement, turns his head towards it, meets the eyes of a woman ... who he has never seen before.

She's not a victor. He knows every one of the people going into this arena with him. She is not one of them.

There's a blaze in Finnick's green eyes as they focus on her. There's a clear moment of calculation, assessment, a second when Finnick decides whether or not to attack. She's standing still, well away from him, and has no weapons in her hands. Still, he doesn't stand down.

"What's going on?"