[ Catching the clothes with one hand, Annie nudges the door shut with her foot before she starts dressing. Sure, modesty isn't exactly a common ailment among victors, but that doesn't mean she wants anyone else in this place to catch her unaware. ]

You mean I'm going to look like a little girl who's been raiding her sister's wardrobe? [ She smiles like she's joking, but it really is true. Annie's always been one of the shortest victors, and her extended stay in the president's custody left her all angles and too-prominent bones beneath her skin. But at least she's wearing something more substantial than a sheet, so that's progress. Right now, she'll take whatever she can get.

She takes the discarded sheet and folds it up carefully, tucking it under her arm -- maybe once they've mapped this place, she can find some use for it. ] A piece of rope, this little scented squishy ball, and some kind of uniform, I think. I didn't really look too close, it seemed useless.