Brigitte has seemed nice, as far as Annie could tell. But that's the thing: so many people seem nice. Are nice, in fact, until they turn and laugh. She's trying not to let that paranoia get to her. She's been fighting it reoccurring for months, but with Finnick gone, everything is tipped upside down and it's harder.

She tries.

"Animals are easy to remember," Annie says. Mutters. She shakes her head a little, tries again. "There's, there- Miss Kate, over at the Inn? She's got a cat, too. I guess, um, we should check on her, too. I couldn't find her." It's unclear if she means Miss Kate or the cat.

Then Brigitte has to ask that, all kind, and Annie's bottom lip starts to tremble. "Finnick's- He's. Gone." She's blinking now, trying to keep the tears back. "My, my husband."