She glances to where she had cut the thing out as soon as she'd found a kitchen blade, crouching to get it out of the wet clothes she'd slung away. Once she finds it, she straightens up, holding it so that Finnick can see it in the light. "I haven't figured out what to do with it yet, but destroying it seems like a bad idea. If they do come hunting us, it might come in handy," she says, turning the little thing over and over again in her palm. "You?"

She kind of hopes that she can use it to get even. True, it's not like it'll be the easiest thing in the world, but the thought of cutting open a Capitol lackey and jamming her tracker in there feels good to her in an instinctive and basic way, the kind of victory that would probably be short-sighted, but feel great while she did it.