Re: [Hotel; Finnick]
"Question solved for both of us. Definitely cause for celebration once I get the lay of this place." Finnick cocked his head to the side at that smile, the one that kept growing, spreading, a little unsettled by it, but maybe people where this fellow came from were different. Just like the people from the other districts weren't like those at home. That was probably it. Had to be it. So he shook the other's hand - Rhys - and committed that name to memory. It was something he was good at. Names. Faces. He remembered them, had to, in his line of work. Information wasn't good for anyone if you couldn't recall who you had received it from.
Finnick held Rhys' hand for the right amount of time before releasing it, arms folding over his chest as he leaned back slightly, a relaxed posture on the lanky teenager. "One down the hallway. I'd suggest staying away unless you enjoy life or death situations." There was humour in his voice, but it didn't quite reach his eyes any longer, something a little sharper there, the eyes of someone who had seen too much but did a good job at hiding it most of the time.