His pajamas were like army fatigues, and it was funny how he felt pretty at easy about them. This was going to be his second arena, and he was already getting the feeling that this... this was a place that he might actually be good at. Last time he'd come away from the cornucopia with a shoulder wound, but a pretty good haul.

From what he could see, he didn't think he'd be able to get as good a one as he did before, but he could see a few things he wanted to try and get. A weapon was the first, of course, and when the timer goes off, he's off like a rocket to the cornucopia.

Perry is ready to fight, if necessary, but when he finds himself running neck and neck with someone, his first thought is to get there first. Fight if necessary, but if you can get there first, and get out...

He pushes himself to run faster.