Finnick has little sense of modesty left. He's always been proud of his physique and his beauty, and getting undressed in front of strangers long ago became so usual for him that he doesn't care if there's anyone watching him, but he cares about Annie, and he can see how upset she is.

(He'd know anyway; he's seen enough of what she can and can't do since she was rescued from the Capitol.)

He dresses quickly when they bring his things back, and he does it with half his attention on the task and half on his wife. He rests a hand gently on her shoulder while her fingers fumble at her laces, and he's the first of the two of them to get up, holding his trident ready to protect them if anyone who runs this place shows up.

Nobody does; when the door opens and lets them out, there's nobody there at all. It's only then that they can see something more of the type of place they're in. It's ...

Completely unlike District Thirteen, except for apparently being underground. There's a wide, open walkway with a view down through the ... city? Tower? Facility? Whatever the best thing to call it is, towards a park with a lake in the middle of it on what seems to be the bottom level, and a view up towards an open sky.

"Where are we?" he finds himself asking, his voice one of hushed awe. It looks like it was once far grander than anything the Capitol deigns to build for the districts, though there's obvious deterioration evident.

That much is like the districts.