He'd seemed nice, this man Finnick found to marry them. Genuinely so enough for her to settle, a bit, around him, instead of being too strung out with nerves. And he'd married her to Finnick, something for which she'll forever and ever and ever be grateful to him for.

So Annie's smile is warm and bright as she turns it onto Mulcahy, even if she's not quite sure what he means.

He's nice, is Mulcahy, and he'd seemed happy for her and Finnick, and her normal ticking paranoia does little more than flicker because she quashes it.

"Thank you. And, and sure. Do we need to do anythin'?"