Finnick can feel his whole being want to melt at the way she reacts to seeing the little cat. Annie's a much gentler soul than people give her credit for, as a victor. She's caring, and nurturing, and she looks after him when he needs it. He's not at all surprised to see that side of her taking over as she sets the basket gently down.

"Mostly just cold and hungry, I think. Didn't seem to mind when I picked her up, and I didn't see any wounds. Think she might have got herself somewhere she didn't know how to get out of."

It's not to say that the cat isn't scared; she clearly is. But she hadn't seemed pained when he'd picked her up.

"I didn't want to leave her out in the cold."