Finnick had no idea what she was talking about, but it didn't matter, not a bit. What mattered was that Annie was upset, and he couldn't let that continue, if he could help it. He scooted himself half under the bed, enough that he could figure how to pull her hair from the springs without causing her any more pain than she was already in.
"Who are they, Annie? Who is it scaring you? You tell me, and I'll make them stop."