Her first reaction is panic. No, no, she can't deal with the birds right now. No. She can't even deal with herself. It'll be too much, far too much, all those frantic bodies and loud, loud frantic, needy sounds. She feel herself tilting, faltering, withdrawing within herself. She can feel herself clutch the back of Finnick's shirt, as if he could protect her from their birds.

It's East, of course. East who gives up just flapping and hissing with indignation and decides to take matters into her own wings. The goose flies awkwardly over the fence and towards them before landing and running in a determined waddle.

Annie wavers.

East gets loud then, loud and confused. She tugs at Finnick's pants, then at Annie's, loudly letting them know just how unacceptable she's finding everything.

Annie manages a small, slightly panicked, "Shh, shh, East," reaching out her shaking hand to maybe bet the wound-up bird, soothe her. She's not sure if it helps, but she keeps repeating the sound, and clinging to Finnick's arm, as they walk forwards to face the rest of the flock.

"All there?" she whispers to Finnick.