Finnick watched the newcomer, inspected him closely, but didn't bother standing up. His trident was in his hand, the metal points retracted so that it looked like a long, black baton. It was enough to defend himself with, but hopefully not enough to invite any hostility.

The man didn't look the part of a police officer but Finnick was still wary. He knew the walk of someone who was ready for a fight, and it wouldn't do to put himself in mortal peril on his first day. However, Finnick also figured he looked pretty suspicious in his clothes that stuck out like a sore thumb, sitting on a roof and watching while the back-up confirmed that their comrades were indeed still alive. Lying might make the whole thing worse.

"Guess so," he finally said with a sigh. With a wry smile, he goes on, "But it was only self-defense. I imagine they'll give up the hunt soon."