He was familiar with the men, though he did not know them very well. It was a passing recognition, the kind the comes only from a year of experience in the Games. Perhaps he ought to pay them more mind in the future. Perhaps it would serve him well to know these people and be able to call upon them.

Courfeyrac looked over her work, nodding in approval. “How is it that you fell in with a party of… what did you call them? Superheroes? What an odd turn of phrase that is."

“That is very lucky for me, isn’t it?” He’d no idea what a taser was, nor how he might deploy one until his arrival in Panem. Having a bonafide taser-maiden in his presence was certainly a stroke of good fortune.