Annie remains hold of Finnick's hand until the door. Then, she steps behind him, holds the back of his jacket. It's a strategic move: he is bigger, armed, capable of violence. She won't crowd him, but at the same time he's protecting her, she's strong enough to haul him back if she needs to.

She doesn't need to, it seems, and while Finnick looks one way, she looks the other. Nothing immediately dangerous, just an open walkway with overgrown grass.

Grass.

"The, the vid said Anchor, I think." Her tone is hesitant, doubtful. She'd been panicking at the time, and anyway, the answer doesn't make much sense.