It was a little embarrassing to admit, but Ariadne knew precious little about the dwarves. She'd observed them from a distance. But they had no real place in her schema of the world. There was nothing exactly like them back home. Which made them curious.

And made her a little shy.

But it seemed like the fates had smiled on her and her curiosity. This dwarf was downright friendly. And she felt that maybe she might be able to work up the nerve to ask him a few questions.

...maybe.

In the meanwhile, she offered him a hand. "Ariadne," she replied. "Ariadne Everdeen." She still couldn't adjust to the delightful novelty of having an adopted name. It felt a little bit like playing dress-up. But it was real and it was wonderful and it gave her a place in the world. She was Katniss Everdeen's little sister.