Honestly, she wouldn't be upset if he did decide to ask her to elaborate. As bizarre as it is, Annie's growing accustomed to the idea that there are more people in the hotel who don't know about Panem and the Games than people who do. The theory that this is another arena won't hold much sway over people who don't know why they should be so afraid of those arenas, and having to explain the Games doesn't mean she has to divulge her particular connection to them. Not yet, anyway.

But even if she doesn't want anyone to know she's a victor, that's the part of her that his words reach first. They can't let this place win, he's right, they're made of stronger stuff than that. So when she nods, there's determination edging out the fear in her eyes. "Where are we going?"

Not that there are many places to go, here, but anywhere that's even briefly ghost-free is better than this.