Maggie Greene and Finnick
"I agree." She did, completely. So completely, she still wasn't convinced he was particularly friendly. Mutually helpful was the best she had learned to expect from people. She could also just as easily expect the worst.
They started walking; Maggie tucked her new 'belongings' in her back pocket to keep her hands as free as possible, and made sure to keep herself in a comfortable position relative to her new company; just outside of arm's distance, and within each other's easy sight. No surprises from her. No surprises from him.
"So... what's this Hunger Games thing you mentioned?" she asked, but not casually. Far as she figured, getting as much information about each other as could be safely conveyed was the best idea, for now.