He holds up his hand, and Annie shrugs. It's a tracker, she answers. She hasn't thought about it. Another way of tracking them all, but this time with a visible way of toying with them. Time is so easily manipulated.

His gentle rebuttal is of more interest. It's a good point. It's one of the reasons why she doesn't have a firm conclusion at all.

"So why the difference?" Annie is half asking him, half thinking out loud. "It can't be for aesthetics, not with you looking like that."

Her hair is fine. It'll be a pain in the butt to untangle, but she's always suited the wild-haired waif look. Not so Finnick.

"Unless it's just all to confuse us. Maybe."

She wouldn't exactly put it past their captors.