"Obviously not," he says with his trademarked grin, but there's nothing in his eyes. It's all for show, really. Finnick holds out a hand to her, to help her up to her feet.

She can dismiss it all she wants, he doesn't care. Why is he still here? Just, why. He needs to leave.

"Are you good to walk on your own, or am I going to have to throw you over my shoulder?"