Grinding his teeth in irritation, Albert cuffs Jet in the shoulder and stomps his way to the nearest clothing store, looking around before slipping in and pulling a slightly too small hoodie on himself. It's only slightly less ridiculous than the skating costume.

"Let's find something better than flimsy t-shirts and get ourselves away from the ice." Though honestly, it's not nearly as much of a bloodbath as their previous arena. The first they hadn't been present for the start but the second was a madhouse at the Cornucopia. This one, though still violent with the remains of the exploded tributes thanks to the Capitol directly, benefited from Steve's speech. Albert hopes that doesn't come back to bite the man in the worst way. They'll have to find him later and check.

"This way, there's a directory."