"I've been here a few months. Manhattan, not the dream." Peeta pauses, tilting his head slightly as he studies the stranger. There's a fear in him that doesn't match up to their surroundings. Maybe there's something here that reminds him of unpleasant things. He doesn't seem bothered by the height, so it must be something else.

"Have you been in any of the shared dreams before?" Peeta asks. "The ones were the rift pulls a bunch of people in to a place? This is one of the nice ones." At least so far. The rift has never changed a nice dream into a bad one, but that doesn't mean it couldn't. No need to tell his anxious companion that, though. "The rift gives us one every once in a while. A dream where nothing bad happens."

He adds the last part casually, like a comment on the weather. It's a true description, but given the stranger's obvious suspicion, any overt claims about their safety might backfire.