[Panic flashes on Finnick's face for a moment and he reaches into his shirt. He feels his locket there, and the panic dissipates.

They're in a city with tons of neon signs, advertisements, and people trying to sell things on the streets. As he looks around, his features fall into a scowl. This place reminds him of the Capitol.]

A city. Not a very nice one.

[He looks back at the other man, who seems a little panicked.]

You okay? I'm guessing this isn't much like where you're from?