There's a definite lean into Finnick, lifting his chin a bit as his eyes drift briefly closed at the kiss. One arm winds around his waist, holding just a moment as he eyes the boat itself.

"There were rivers that went between the walls, and ferries were used to move goods an people. They were wide and flat, sometimes they used animals or people to move it from shore. Been on those a couple times, but nothing like that."

He might be a mixture of curiosity and a touch of apprehension.