"I don't really need the staff for anything," Annie admits, and puts it back, carefully. She can't spar with anyone not Finnick, and it's not really one of her glassmaking tools to twirl.

She hesitates, and then kneels to take off her boots and socks before slipping her jacket off and neatly folding it on top of them. At least her hair is already in a braid. Then she walks over.

"Do you want me to stand in front of you, or to the side to copy?"