"Water ought to be an easy grab, we're apparently in the lap of luxury," she says with dismissive irritation, staring around her at the furniture and the wall decoration and the sick richness of it all. It makes her feel irate to her gut, the way the Capitol has an uncanny knack of making her feel. It burns in her, makes her want to hurt someone, but Finnick is an ally and one of her few friends.

He's one of the few people the Capitol could hurt to get to her and she's not sure she likes that. "Which way?" she finally asks, resigning herself to his plan -- for now.