[Hotel; Finnick]
This was his first time in the hotel, too. He was taking his time with it, moving slowly, stepping softly, one foot in front of the other and one hand out to brush a long-fingered hand over the varying woods and peeling wallpaper. He had his body pressed against the wall with one ear against the flat of a door just off the edge of the lobby, listening intently to the world within, when he heard someone laugh. He straightened, his height not very considerable but also not very important, and he drifted in that direction, eyes focused, expression passive.
A visit, yes? That's what he'd have. A nice visit. Learn some things. Meet some people. Listen in.
The sneakers, with their worshiping symbol to some Mediterranean goddess of triumph, were comfortable to walk in. He found most of the rest of it constricting, but after a moment, it was easy to ignore. It was only sensation. He put it aside as he walked, ears pricked, dark eyes agleam with curiosity.
"Oh," he said, when he saw someone on the other end of the hall, barely illuminated by the bad lights that kept flickering. "Hey."