Finnick raises his eyebrows, successfully pulling of a thoughtful nod when in his head he's having a minor crisis about the amount of knowledge he should have about aliens. Clearly 'alien stuff' is supposed to be relatively impressive but not altogether shocking.

"So what does that entail? It's all boring diplomacy, I imagine," he says with a wry smile. It's supposed to sort of be a joke, but with a bit of sympathy in case it really is boring diplomacy and not the exciting space adventures he's picturing.