Finnick is interested. In the diaries, especially. Even if they're dead or mutated, just knowing that they were once people from Panem, his people, he might actually be able to make some sense of this place. For some reason, time travel seems easier to comprehend than mysterious abduction and displacement. And certainly preferable to some Capitol-orchestrated manipulation technique.

"I wouldn't go down there to play," he says, though he doesn't really owe the girl any explanations. His brows furrow then, head tilting. "Down there for what? Was there a fight?"