She's not entirely sure what he is doing any more. It's been so long since anyone not Finnick, not Mags, have tried to talk to her in this state, that her normally sharp, analytic mind is still frazzled. But he's not mocking her. He's not laughing at her.

"Oh, no," she says, then blinks as she mentally goes back over what he just said, again. Well. Hopefully he doesn't think that she just said she was stupid. Moving on.

"Um, I'm from District Four? We... We fish." People here don't seem to know Panem. She's picked that up already. It's weird and strange and she doesn't understand, but okay. She can roll with it. "And it's not just boats and nets and trawling, yeah? It's, it's also, we also learned about tanks and hatcheries and correcting chemical levels in water. At school, anyway."