She takes a deep breath and nods. Not nervous to leave with him; not nervous to return to their suite, either (in fact, she's looking forward to it), but she is a little nervous of having to pass through the real world again. The restaurant full of eyes and the city full of colour. "Yes," she nods. "I think I'm ready," because it won't be that bad...

She stands, adjusting the long drain of her dress so that she can move without tripping herself and reaches for Finnick's hand.

[OOC: Whoa. A tag that isn't a novel. Don't get used to it. lol ;D]