He can practically feel Johanna's ire and frustration in the gaze that she shoots him. He gives her his own pointed look, one that says, you didn't really think we were going to have a casual chat about her in an exposed area, did you? But, the moment does serve to highlight a source of frustration: They need to discuss what they're planning, but Finnick doesn't trust anywhere in this hotel enough to do that. They need to find a way to communicate. He agrees one hundred percent that they need to go back for everyone, but he doesn't know how to tell Johanna that without exposing them.

"Why though?" Finnick presses, echoing her. It does smack of Capitol cruelty to make them think they're safe -- but they don't really believe that, so what follows next? Back to the arena? It's no predicament than where they would have been before.

He watches her get out, and for some reason his gaze snags on her arm -- remembers something that Plutarch had told them: If you still have your tracker in at the end, we can't help you.

"Jo," he says abruptly. He hastily pushes himself out of the pool, follows after her. "Do you still have your tracker?" He feels like she would have told him if she had taken it out already, but maybe she was a bit quicker on the draw than he was. Honestly, he'd forgotten about it, and now he can feel it itching under his skin. If they get it out, it would be an easy way to test the Capitol. Tracker gone, they really do risk escape.