"Darcy," Finnick repeated if only because the name was unfamiliar to him. Of course, he'd heard often enough that his name was the strange one. He liked it though. There was something appealing about the fact that worlds evolved so differently that the sound of the names varied.

He slid across the bar to sit beside her.

The request made him a smile a bit though, if only because he knew his backstory was strange (well there were plenty of people here with strange backstories). But all about Finnick? Twenty-four, enjoys long walks on the beaches, somewhat married with a very pregnant wife, and killed six other kids when he was fourteen. What was to know?

"Are you new to the hotel?" he asked instead.