Somewhere in the midst of the girl's excitable babble, Annie glanced over at Finnick. Finnick, who is fooling only those who didn't know him in his posture of loose-limbed ease. Or those who didn't know what a person waiting to spring into action looked like, limbs at ease to aid in sudden motion and casual air to mask intent.

She shakes her head, slightly, with a tiny smile. She knows the smile is uncertain, hesitant, but she's okay. For now. She is. She will be.

Then she frowns, glancing back at the still gesturing girl.

"...does this mean it's going to pee coffee?" she says before she can stop herself, and chokes a little on a sudden, nervous giggle.