Hotel door. It brought a stupid amount of relief crashing through his veins. He doubted it made the arena any less dangerous. But it meant that at least had a chance of getting back to Annie and Tristan. The words were easy to believe from Katinss somehow -- maybe because she'd never exactly seemed like the optimistic type.

"All my knowledge of this arena is secondary," Finnick reminded her. He'd never made it in. "You'd better take the lead," he added, gesturing with a wide sweep of his arm.

It was a bit unnerving, placing all the power in somebody's hands, but she was practical, smart, and actually did now this arena. It was the only thing to do.