This is more her style of party, and Annie falls into his arms easily. She doesn't know any fancy steps or anything like some of the fae that are dancing here do. But she leans her head on Finnick's chest, an arm around his shoulders to hold them close.

"It's beautiful here." She means the ballroom itself. "They picked a good place." Later she'll find herself lost in the seemingly never-ending layout, filled with bodies. But for now she'll be here with Finnick, dancing to the soft music, just breathing him in.