Look at Peeta, getting all male. Granted, it's milder than what she'd expect from, say, Pat, Jesse or Theo - and having it come from someone so much younger than her is unexpected enough that it takes her a minute to recognize it for what it is. He's trying to look out for her - probably not on behalf of absent boyfriends, but still.

She can't decide if that should make her more inclined to answer him honestly, or less. It's not his carthaginian job to monitor her relationships for shenanigans (not least of all because she doesn't need Peeta to tell her she was being impulsive and dumb yesterday; she's figured that much out on her own). But she knows Peeta well enough to know that wherever he's coming from, here, it's genuine and well-intentioned.

And hell, it's not like he's prying. Not yet, anyway.

Sunshine sighs and shifts the completed tin aside so she can start placing wrappers into a second one. "Right after I arrived. He was the first rifty I met." 'Met' feels like an awfully dry word for an experience that included a decent amount of panic, a couple deeply unhappy wards, and nigh-incessant sniping, but she doesn't really want to go into detail, here. "He brought me to the base so I could get processed."