Annie, currently making no effort to hide her red hair, strikes a highly visible figure. Red hair, black coat, determined step. No geese following her today, not even her ever loyal East, and she makes her way straight to the forge. Then she blinks, looks up, pauses.

"I was, um. Coming to see if he was okay. The cat."

She looks upset. Redden eyes, a bitten bottom lip, an overall air of twitch. She needs something to do to keep herself occupied, but the forge is quiet and what even needs to doing right now? She can't remember. It can't be that important then.

But Finnick's not here, and she's worried, and she to do something.