Finnick was smart, intuitive; he read people well, and it was an ability that Katniss had really come to appreciate lately. He seemed to have figured out, at least to some degree, the way Katniss worked, knew how to calm her down from a nightmare and when to let her avoid a subject. She didn't think she'd gotten quite so good at dealing with him, but that had never come very easily to her. She understood manipulations and games; genuine sentiments were harder, particularly because she was so out of touch with her own.
"I don't know how warm it'll be right now," she pointed out, "But I think we're close enough to the coast that we could get there easily enough." Thanks to this trip, she felt a little more familiar with the transportation systems around here. And then there was always the possibility that they might be able to get someone to drive them, but Katniss balked at the idea of having to ask for favors, especially when she didn't really need them.
She turned around and picked up her game bag again, intending to put the rest of her goods away in the fridge and the pantry. But she had left the bag partially open and when she picked it up, the blue and silver book inside it-- conspicuously entitled Mockingjay and with a picture of the bird on the cover-- started to slip out. She managed to catch it before it fell, but not before it became visible.