"Oh." She tries to keep the judgment from her tone, wondering if there are redeemable qualities to Finnick that she's only seen shreds of or if the fae is secretly an abusive and manipulative monster who Annie has come to find endearing through labyrinthine psychological maneuvers. Ringer worries for her friend, making a mental note of it, as always, knowing that now is neither the time or place. "This can help you imagine. Until you can go."