The moment she hears her name, she whirls around, crouching down to lower her center of gravity. She didn't consciously need to think about these things anymore; between her training and her experience within the Games, it was second nature. She looks around for something she can use as a weapon against her attacker. Otherwise, she's done for.

She throws her arms up to protect her face, dropping to the ground and rolling to the side. When she comes up, the white dress she wore all those weeks ago to the re-reaping covered in dirt and sand. Then she sees him. The man running toward her with outstretched arms.

"Finnick!" She screams, scrambling to him. If they were in the Games, and she wouldn't put it past the Capitol to do something so terrible like this to them all, then they needed to stick together. Two Career Victors were stronger than one.