She gives him an intensely dubious look, the nonverbal equivalent of 'oh really, now?' Her lips remain a thin line.

"You could at least take me out to dinner before moving in, Finnick," she says, with a subtle note of warning not to press her. If she's honest with herself, there's a lot of things about her life right now that she likes just as it is. She is not especially open to having more future bullshit interrupt it if it doesn't mean her going back for good.