Annie glances around the room herself, following Finnick's eyes. She doesn't let go of him for even a second, however.

"That compass looks interesting," she points towards where a petite girl is bidding on it. "Points to the nearest vampire. But I'd rather something to keep them away." The hand that was pointing moved up to her neck, resting on the hideous scar that marred her, the physical proof that she was a survivor.

She thought it made her look ugly and nearly always wore her hair down to hide it.