He knew the lightning could have been someone's powers, but he also knew the Gamemakers liked to put dangers right there at the Cornucopia, too. Psii hadn't seen (ha) enough Tributes to make any educated guesses about the fire either.

"Didn't you know, I'm only a thecond-clath comedian. Of courthe you need a meat shield. Thtart walking or I'll zap your ath. Don't think I won't. I have my powerth, and I'll keep aiming by touch with my brain until I find thomething rethembling your backthide. You never did thee me in the thpathe arena, did you? I'm quite the shot."

Psii had had his powers then, too. Psii's voice slid from assertive to bleak and back to assertive. Silently he congratulated himself for downplaying his blindness and reminding Sam that he was still Alternia's most powerful psionic mage, all while making butt jokes. He is the smoothest, it is him.