"The noise's different," Wyatt explained, shifting his bag on his shoulder. The one he'd won at the Cornucopia and the sleeping roll that had come later from Max tied to it with string. "It makes one for tributes, one for gifts."

But she wasn't wrong, of course. The noise was every bit as loud, making fetching the canisters just as dangerous as taking a ride.

...He just wasn't going to see something from Max end in someone else's hands.

He slanted a look at Joel. "Got the sleeping roll, a hand lantern, an' this," he said, gesturing lightly with the crowbar.