If she keeps moving, maybe, just maybe, she can keep from collapsing, can stop all her terror and ignorance from crashing over her head like a wave. Keep moving, ride it, stay ahead, except to keep moving she also has to stand because she's not letting Finnick go, not ever again.

Annie lets her head fall forward, her slightly rough hair floating down around her shoulders and face so no one can see her mouth.

"Uniforms," she says. "The solid colours. They're uniforms."

They're a team, and she's sure he's already noticed, but he doesn't have to do this alone. Not this time.

"All right," she says then, and fails to move. "Just...sorry, sorry, just let me..."

Slowly, she stretches out her feet, then her knees. See, self, I can move, she tells herself, rotating her ankles to remind them that they can move. She takes a deep breath and uses his shoulder to hoist himself to her feet.

She doesn't fall, although her head is foggy enough to mimic being drunk.

"Okay. Finnick. Where are we going first?"