Annie had been paying the pair attention. Of course she had. She's the lookout, and Finnick is her life. And ally. Cho's an ally, a... maybe a friend. (It's a strong word. But she likes her. It's a good start. And the sandwich Cho had given her is nice and not poisoned at all.) She's watching them and she's watching everything else, and it's that everything else she's concentrating on when she hears her name. Her name from Cho's mouth, in Cho's voice, not in Finnick's.

Excited. Not alarmed, not frightened, but excited.

"Fish?" Annie replies, not sure if she's loud enough to be heard or not. Still holding half the sandwich, she makes her way down the tree and lands lightly on her feet before walk over.

(She watches, as she walks. Keeps her sense alert. She still doesn't trust this park, this pond, or anything really here.)

"What's this about fish?"