He'd forgotten that she was still a spitfire before the Games - he only saw her, really, in his periphery. He'd bought that weakling line, and thought she'd be dead and gone by the first night.

Evidently he hadn't really forgotten, and here she is, special guest star of the Haymitch Hallucination Hour.

"Victor, thank you very much." He gives her a decidedly tipsy bow, somehow managing to not spill any of the white alcohol in his bottle.