Annie smiles again, quickly, but this time the expression manages to be a little wry.

"Good word for it. Apparently, apparently there's some rooms here where you can create an outside. Like a sea, or a forest. Go sailing on a boat within a ship. Which sounds weird."

There's no child here, nor even any signs that underneath her baggy shirt Annie's stomach is anything but flat (although, to be fair, it'd be hard to tell). But her gaze is steadier now than it had been in the days after her rescue, and Finnick is standing over there, a state that would never be if Annie had been captured or if Finnick had died.

At least, not for them.