He recognized the way she looked at him, but tried not to take it personally. Instead, hoping to show her he had no ill intent, he left his hands rest on his belt - in clear view, well away from her and her pockets.

As she told him what happened, his jaw tightened, eyes darkening. Of course he hadn't expected everyone to play nice, even with the promise that they could all get out, but to steal from a child? That was low even for his fellow tributes.

Exhaling hard through his nose, he tried to push the Harley woman and her friend aside. They could be dealt with later.

"I got some extras ya can have," he turned his head in a nod to the pack on his back. "If we don't find 'em on the way to the rest, ya can show 'em by still winnin'."