By the time Finnick reaches her and holds out the basket, she's not completely surprised to see a small, cold animal. But she doesn't expect the bleary eyes or how indignant the little tabby looks with her fur sticking everywhere.

"Hey, sweetie," Annie says softly, taking the basket from Finnick and putting it down on the table. She doesn't reach for the little cat, or take her out, but instead just puts her hands on the basket, ready to catch the creature should she try and escape.

"Was she hurt? Or is she just cold and hungry?"