He nods and makes note of those seams while one of his hands creeps around Roland's waist, resting above that strip of fabric so as not to disturb it. He's sure the cameras are lovingly zooming in on this overt affectionate contact and speculations are being made about what exactly it might mean. He can't particularly bring himself to be too bothered. The people who might actually use the information to hurt them certainly already know if the tribute rooms really are bugged, there's no point keeping it a secret from the public. Support from fans might even work in their favor.

How he wishes they were down in the lower levels where rubble is plentiful, or at the very least that rubble was just as easy to find up here. That would make pressing those buttons without fear of traps much, much easier.

"I don't have anything heavy enough, I don't think. We may have to risk it."