"Thanks," he mumbles, holding onto the sides of the small craft, watching Finnick. The hand to his shoulder, watching the younger man so confident and at ease moving around on just a floating pile of wood helps him settle. The moonlight moves over the highlights of Finnick's form as he rows, and Levi watches him openly. It's a nice view.

By the time he reaches for the motor and looks over, his attention wanders between Finnick and movement of water around them, glancing to see how far they are from land already, how far to go to their destination. Cautiously curious more than nervous, for now.

The abrupt sound of the motor doesn't quite make him jump, but the noise gets a slight wrinkle of his nose for ruining the quiet serenity of the night before he sits back again. The wind touseling through his hair, at least, is a welcome and familiar feeling.