[Ugh, she hates this guy. He's charming. And he's making her laugh. Through a smile she gives him permission.]

With credit. Only with credit. Shit, you were underwater? I don't know if bodies of water bother me. I haven't tried to go swimming. I probably would have freaked that we'd spring a leak.

[Johanna kind of wishes there could be platonic cuddles for warmth, but she doesn't even know how to ask. Finnick always just ... did it. Also she doesn't know this guy's motives. And the ever important not-wanting-to-be-touched.]

You want to try and find some clothes or a blanket around here?