Well, that's a question worth unpacking. This isn't home, where you can just waltz up and spend your obscene amounts of victor money to improve the local economy, or the Capitol. No, this store is strange, and just appeared, and people have mentioned.... noises. From what she's heard around.

And there's that glint in Finnick's eye, all Career shine and mischief. A raid. They know all about raids, both with violence and without.

Without is good. For her. But still, a raid.

"...you know, I'm game. Um. Do I need a big stick of my own?"

Not to fight, not her. Not anymore. But to look like it.