He nods, oblivious to any train of thought going on in the stranger's head. He looks at the spear again and finally decides it was worth ignoring if he struck the right chord with the guy. The tone he heard sure seemed to suggest that was the case, but forgive him for being twitchy. Not every day you get told all kills will be personal, after all.

Hawkeye perks up, visibly, at the mention of other doctors around. His eyes widen a fraction and some color returns to his face, though pale as he was there wasn't much. He nods. He apparently liked nodding too much. But this time, he was paying attention. This time he was actually in agreement. The Capitol was a name that was lost to him. He thought it was just a main city. He thought this meant doctors were let out of the match early.

To serve in hospitals, see.

It made sense.

It made perfect sense!

He lets out a yelp- a howl- a hoot- whatever it was. A cry. Color! He'd see that soon. Something other than green! He'd be let out of here! He bends his knees so little and doesn't look unlike a puppy told he'd have scraps for dinner. His heart's pounding again. He risks it- a heavy hand slapped down on Wyatt's shoulder.

"When?" He asks, practically breathless. For God's sake, man, when?