He didn't lower the trident, but Finnick did force himself to relax his shoulders a little, just to communicate that he wasn't going to be a threat unless provoked. The word superhero didn't mean a whole lot to him, but he had to assume it was supposed to put him at ease. It didn't. He was still caught up on the whole walking pile of magma thing.

But he had to respond somehow, and in some way that didn't give away how out of place he was. He smirked a little, as if he was confident that he was supposed to be on this roof and that there was absolutely nothing wrong or suspicious about it. "Observing. What are you doing here?"