If she's going to be honest, Katniss isn't quite sure why she does so, either. Is it because he looked like Gale? Even with the mass of conflicting feelings the thought of her old best friend brought, he was something of a constant in her life and always had been. He still was, in a way. And that thought was unsettling enough in itself.

Her arms are thrown into the air in exasperation, a huff leaving her lips. "Fine. I'm relaxed, do you see?"

The nickname thing, too, reminds her of Gale. Most things seem to, these days. Though she's not quite sure what to think about that at this point. "I'm perfectly relaxed."

A lie. A bad one, to boot. She's never been quite good at doing this.