Annie had been checking the traps for him, because Finnick hadn't had the energy to do it himself since he saw Snow's name in the bunker. He's gone back to his work the last few days, though, forcing himself to take the walk out through the woods to the river, a woven basket at the ready to hold the fish he brings back. Today, it's been easier. Today, he's even in a better mood as he heads out, Coco the crocodile dog darting around into and out of the trees and running off in chase of interesting sights and smells.

He'd given Sam some basic fishing lessons, the sort of thing he'd have tried to teach a tribute if they'd asked him, so he's not entirely surprised to come across her in the shallow water with a spear. He watches her for a moment, taking some satisfaction in the fact that she's putting what he taught her to use.

"Hey," he says, after a few moments. "Looking good."

For a beginner, at least, and it would hardly be fair to judge her by any other standard.