"Okay, well, if you're not sure if you're telling the truth, then we're both fucked." Which isn't going to stop him from taking another long drink from the bottle. He knows exactly how good clean water can taste, especially after being on high alert and with limited supplies for such a long time.

He takes another drink as she asks the question and makes it last, finishing off the bottle to buy himself time to think. He doesn't exactly want to talk about it, but avoiding the question altogether will just be suspicious, and the last thing he needs right now is focus on him.

So he picks a middle ground and hopes it's the right one. "I fought six of Arcade's tributes in thee days. I'm going to need some recovery time." He crunches the bottle against his hip and screws the cap back on. "How about you?"