Finnick had responded to arriving in this place by running into the woods and hiding there with Annie until a run of wet weather had driven them into the village and the house they'd chosen on its outskirts. They'd been what some would call paranoid, convinced that the people here were likely to turn on them at any moment, like an arena alliance gone bad. It was the sole way of understanding a place like this they'd had, and while they now accept that it's not the correct reference, they feel safer assuming danger than not.

He sees little point in sugar-coating the situation.

"None of us are here because we want to be," he says.

It's better than the immediate danger of an arena, and it's at a distance from Snow's control, but they're still controlled and manipulated, just in a different way. His expression is carefully impassive as he watches the other man's face.

"It comes with a bed and a bathroom too," Finnick replies, amusement twitching the corner of his mouth for a moment. "Hardly luxury, but it's shelter." Better than was possible in the arena, but far from his victor's mansion.