She hasn't said anything because she doesn't want to have to drag Finnick away.

"Oh," she says, after a moment, accepting this. "D'you think they're open yet?" She makes a small face, wrinkling her nose. "What time even is it?" Early, late, she couldn't really tell.

She really just wants to go home, Finnick. Spend the rest of whatever-time-was-left until normal people woke up in bed.