Finnick knows perfectly well who they're dealing with if this isn't Katniss. Thirteen wouldn't bother tricking them like this. He gets the sense that they would just be killed. Probably just left in the arena, if they want to tie up some loose ends. They wouldn't need to do this -- but it would be in Snow's interest, without any doubt, to pull a stunt like this.

He smiles at Johanna over his shoulder, with his usual over-the-top charm, even though he knows it will only irritate her. Maybe that's why he does. That's a distraction of its own kind, right?

Finnick spreads his own arms in return, mimicking Katniss' stance. He closes the distance between them in a few short strides, and she looks like herself, he thinks. Like the girl who came out of the arena last year. He forgets just how young she is sometimes, that he was once that young, too.

"I'm not armed either," he answers. This was good, he figures. They're talking. She says she wants an alliance. This was what they wanted. Except for the part where none of them know where they are.

"Did you come up on a launch pads?" he asks finally. "Where was the last place you were before you entered the hotel?"