Ringer's so distracted by the grandeur of the room that she doesn't recognize Annie's words until she stops to focus on them. Then she nods, accepting the theory and fact as good information. Maybe she can ask Finnick or Eames about the details later. Oddly, she finds herself more interested in speaking to the latter than the former.

"It's ridiculous." Her lips twitch with the hint of a smile. The remark is clearly a compliment. Ringer slides her hand down to grab Annie's, moving them farther into the room, weaving between the dancing center and the crowds at the outskirts to try to get a better view of things.