"Yeah, I used to live on the Pacific coast, too," Annie says, for a moment actually cheerful. Someone knows the same ocean. A different part of it, sure - she has no idea where the 'middle' of the Pacific might even be - but the same ocean. A type of beach.

Her grin turns her rather ordinary face lovely. "We're fisherfolk, me and Finnick. Grew up on the docks, in the water. Surf's not great where we are, though. Gulf of Panem. Uh. I guess you'd know it as Gulf of Mexico? But it's better than nothing."

The grin fades at the mention about the holodecks. "It's. Virtual reality. Bunch of rooms, go in, call up a program. And it's like you're...doin' whatever it is you programmed it to do. Feels right. Smells right. But I, uh. Don't quite trust it. Not completely."