Re: [Hotel; Finnick]
Finnick might have acted brainless at many points in his life, but there was no getting past the fact that he was a sharp young man. He had seen too much, had sent too many tributes to the games in order to die, had lost too much himself to be anything but. So he could tell something was off, something calculated, but perhaps it was just a quirk of the other, just the way he was. He had met stranger, of course (hadn't they all?).
He tilted his head to the side at the mention of the music, eyes squinting as he tried to listen for it. "I might. Hard to tell, though. If there is, it's quiet." Finnick watched as Rhys felt the wall, and then brought that same hand over to tap him on the shoulder. Brows lifted for a moment, a beat of quiet and stillness, and then it was his turn to break out into a grin. "I don't doubt you've seen some crazy situations," he started, nice and easy, "but this isn't something I'd wish on my worst enemy, honestly. There are people out there who... well. They have no hearts, I think." It was the only explanation for sending children to their deaths for the amusement of the Capitol.