Cuthbert was grateful for being something of a morning person as it didn't take much for him to wake up and change. He was already nervous about the Arena, who wouldn't be? But somehow he was more nervous to be in a pair of camoflauge, drop-seat pajamas. But if he could make it through most of an arena in a skirt, he could make it in a onesie.

He zeroed in immediately on the cornucopia, and only gave a passing glance to the people to either side of him. No one there that he specifically didn't want to kill, although if it came down to it, he would do what he had to do. For the moment he just wanted to grab what he could and leave alive.