Annie stills and softens in two swift movements, one right after the other. She studies him carefully, sea-green eyes searching his face for any hint of a lie, for anything that might help her one way or another. She doesn't find anything, just gentle words and soft features.

She nods three times. She shouldn't stay here. Later, she'll research again, but for now, she needs to go to her grandmother's, go to Finnick's. Something that isn't here. She was here. But she didn't want to be.

"Thank you," she manages to mutter, holding the books closer to her chest like a shield. "I should go. I'm sorry- thank you."