Here is what matters. Here, not taken away from him again. Here, with him. He doesn't know what this strange new place is, or why he's here, or whether he can trust anything they were told in that vid when they'd arrived, but if she's here, that's it's better than it could be, and he's still intensely aware of just how fragile that can be.

"Yeah," he agrees. "The message said they were working on finding out how to make the, portal it said, send people back. So either they did and didn't update it, or something else happened."

They keep their hands entwined, but Finnick also keeps his trident ready as they walk, looking around them to try to understand more about this place.

"I think it's because we're underground," he says. "Maybe the ventilation hasn't been on?" She's right about the stuffiness, but the air doesn't seem to be bad, as such. It's breathable, at least.

He tugs her hand gently, indicating for her to come closer one of the columns that holds up the ceiling. There's a deep scratch gouged into it, and Finnick bends to examine it.

There are a lot of things it could be, but they're victors. They know better than to ignore what their environment can tell them.