Maggie Greene and Finnick
"Not from any district?" He frowned in confusion. "What, are you from the Capitol, then?" That didn't make any sense. No one from the Capitol would be in an arena, and her accent definitely wasn't Capitol either.
He took a couple steps closer, but still didn't get too close. He didn't have his hand on the knife at his waist, but he kept in close. She shouldn't be a threat, hand-to-hand, if it came to fighting. She looked tough, but he was bigger and stronger, and likely faster too. Unless she had weapons he couldn't see, he should be able to take her down quickly if it came to fight. Not that he wanted it to, but this was likely a fight to the death, after all.
"I woke up on the sand too, about a half mile the other way." He nodded in the direction he meant. "Wasn't where I went to sleep either. I'm guessing I was captured and brought here. Were you with the resistance...or..." He left the question open ended.