Maggie Greene and Finnick
He froze as he saw her hand go to the holster. What did she have there? It turned out to be nothing, of course. The game makers never let them have guns. The audiences preferred the killing to be more personal than that.
"Hey, what a coincidence. I don't want any trouble either." He answered with a charming smile, though he was still very much on his guard.
"Alexandria? No, I don't know where that is. I'm from District Four." As if everyone in Panem didn't already know who he was and where he was from. "What District are you from?" If he really was in an arena he would need allies. Not knowing who this woman was or what district she was from, he had no idea if she could be a potential ally or not. He tried to place the accent...maybe Eleven or Eight, but he wasn't sure. Neither of those were particularly promising from his point of view.