Oh, well. He hadn't been expecting expecting people at the cafe.

The sixth floor had been a slight godsend, with what few supplies he felt he was able to take, the few times he'd managed to get to it. Now, however, there was trouble. People. Other Tributes. Hopefully, he could get in and out without too much trouble, but on the other hand, the darned acoustics of the Arena were making his attempts at stealth mostly useless.

But, hey, it had to work this time...right?