Johanna slams her fist into Finnick's door over and over, less of a knock and more of a punch. She's been playing the crowds all day, pressing her confidence and savagery, and she's just about done. She can bare her teeth in a smirk as much as she likes, but it'll never match the sight of Enobaria's animalistic grin. Maybe there's a select group that has always appreciated her tricks but they're a small group. Johanna has already played her hand.

Good thing she has other plans. But those plans revolve around some slip of a girl who lucked into a love story and a bunch of people who were ready to use her as a symbol.

The point is, Johanna is mad. Really angry, in a way she hasn't been in a long, long time. She could pretend like she doesn't know why she's going to see someone who annoys her most of the time, but she's not in the mood for lying to herself, either.

She needs a friend.