*Finnick swears loudly at the second explosion, and strides into the wreckage of the kitchen*
Finnick: Just as I was about to kick some ass.

*Elewynn produces a canteen and gently rests a hand on Jilial's shoulder*
Elewynn: You must drink.
*Her voice is barely above a whisper, but is wholly sincere*

*Lecter is still unconscious for now, what strength he had has been sapped by Be'lak's fuckery*