"I'm not sure yet," Finnick says. The fighting has left him worn and it tells in his voice. He surveys the party with a bored expression, maybe wondering which of these fae will sacrifice their own lives just for their ability to exist in London. Maybe it will be him next. He looks at Ringer next, frowning slightly.

"And if I did know I'm sure I wouldn't tell someone from outside the courts about our next move."