Finnick didn't know who he was looking for, but he had some context clues from the network and good sense. A man and a woman looking around for someone? Well. It might be a friend or something, but the timing was right and it wouldn't hurt anything to take a chance. He stood, taking the cappuccino with him, and approached.
"Are you Liam? I'm Finnick."
He didn't bother with the fake, schmoozey charm he'd have put on if it were an industry event or some other occasion that required a good impression. It would be nice if this doctor and his friend came away with a good impression, but it wasn't necessary. The dreams were ugly and Finnick was only mildly optimistic.