One of the things that a girl learns to do first when hunting bounties is to grow accustomed to the general state of squalor lived in by other hunters. A precious few were skilled enough to earn a comfortable living, but the majority of hunters lived on the energy of the chase, rarely stopping to bathe, to shower, let alone do laundry. The thought isn't exactly a fair one, but it's among the first that cross Faye's mind when Finnick sits himself down next to her. Everything smells strongly to her these days, and Finnick is no exception, and she blinks her surprise while thanking her lucky stars that nausea doesn't seem to tail directly after him.

If anything, mention of the ocean is worse, turning and twisting her stomach.

"No thank you," she groans, face blanching as she turns to rest her forehead against the palm of her hand. On some level, Faye knows that she has to eat— and hilariously enough, her stomach reminds her of that, too— but peanuts don't seem to be the right offering. "It'll be the same thing as the last time this happened. End of the month, we'll go back to normal. Enjoy the lack of water while you can."