"Well- both, I guess," Finnick says, watching her carefully. She's intent on her task which, on one hand, Finnick is grateful for. He doesn't want her to burn herself or the food, after all. But he senses a strange sort of desperation in it, too. Like maybe, for once, he's getting a little too close.

He rests a hand on her shoulder and squeezes. "You don't have to tell me."