Please. [She snorts, hands curling into tight fists.] I might not know shit about fishing, but I do know those ropes can slice to the bone. [You're not anymore delicate than she is, Finnick Odair.]
I'm fine. [A brush-off, about as close as she's gonna get to telling him to stay away.]
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I'm fine. [A brush-off, about as close as she's gonna get to telling him to stay away.]