Finnick's green eyes are cool on her as he stares at her. This woman has no idea what she's doing. Annie's nervous enough already, without having someone spying on her. So much of what they've done, their strategy as mentor and victor after her Games, had been designed to keep her out of the eyes of the Capitol and the media.

All Finnick wanted then was to get her through, to protect her, and it's still what he wants. He doesn't know who or what he can trust here. If he could have walked over and sat down next to Annie, taken her hand openly, let it be seen that he was here with her, to protect her, he'd have done just that. But their relationship can't become public. He can't tell this woman the truth.

"So stay here," he says. "You want to protect her from me? You don't have to, but fine. Just leave her out of it. Though given that I'm that bunkmate she said she liked, you might have a hard time stopping her seeing me."

He shrugs. "Like I said, I know her from home."