Maggie Greene and Finnick
Maggie saw him before she heard him, which was already par for the course; picking out upright walking against the landscape had become second nature at this point. Her brain sent the Freeze signal to every extremity the instant it recognized a moving figure, and without thought her right hand went straight for the low-slung holster that clung to her hip. Also second nature. That's when she realized that holster was empty.
Shit...
Her stomach sunk like a stone- that's a weird sensation for a dream? Her very lucid thoughts were interrupted by the other voice- a man's, belonging to the one she'd been watching. At least it wasn't a corpse. Maggie wondered when they would show up. They always invaded her dreams at one point or another.
"Somebody that don't want no trouble," she called back to him after a brief, studious pause. He stopped at a good, respectful distance, but she couldn't see him clearly. Finnick... wasn't there a local named Finn?
"You from Alexandria?" she asked, relaxing her hand from the useless holster.