Finnick regards the flame she produces with a bored sigh. Of course he recognizes her; he has a very good memory, but it doesn't register on his face for her to see right away.

"Among many," he says. "One of those lucky enough to get out alive as well." He looks up at the sky - it's an overcast night, but the air is clear and cool. It's an atmosphere of calm and a nice break from what was going on inside. When he looks back at Nancy he offers her a wry smile. "But yes, that was me. I see you made it through the purge as well."