It takes only a glimpse of the figure on the chaise as he's swimming to figure out who it is. Johanna. He's a little surprised to see her down here, but the truth is that he still feels a bit better whenever he sees her here. Maybe because she's the only person he knows -- well, as well as one can know Johanna Mason, he figures. But it might be because that she works similarly to him; she perceives this place as a threat in the same that he does.

Finnick lazily finishes the lap and heads toward the edge of the pool near her. He pushes his arms against he side, legs still moving back and forth, keeping him bobbing in the water. He can't help but grin when she comments. (It's his Capitol grin, the one that doesn't really mean anything.)

"Water is so much more enjoyable to swim in, though," Finnick answers immediately.