If she knew about the trains, or if she remembered, Beverly never would have let Finnick come in here with her. At his voice, she starts slightly, lifting a hand beyond the seat she's sitting on.

"I'm back here," she calls, sitting up and shifting so she can see him next.

The Orient Express has always been fascinating to her. Right now, it isn't running the story part of the program and that's all right. She's enjoying just sitting and watching the world pass her by.

"I didn't expect you to come in here."

She'd thought he was too busy and that was fine. He's got enough going on right now to worry about her for just one day.