Annie's fresh off a plane, too. This one from Ireland, bringing her back to London. Her boyfriend needed her close by, and she wasn't going to let him out of her sight, not with the witches trying to trap fae. She couldn't let that happen to Finnick. Not again.

She only notices Johanna out of the corner of her eye as she steps toward the curb, hoping to hail a cab to take her to Finnick's flat. She's a pretty girl, Annie decides immediately, and looks down on her luck. She begins to rustle through her purse when the girl holds up her middle finger.

Annie gasps, and abandons looking through her purse. "I'm- I'm sorry!" She stammers. "I didn't- I just thought- do- uhm- do you... need help?" Like that makes it any better, Cresta, she scolds herself.