"Not all monsters are giants. Especially not when the Capitol's involved." It's more difficult to keep his steps as quiet as he'd like on the metal stairs. Especially in these shoes. Shining and fashionable and useless, like everything else the people of this place are so fascinated with. On that note, he spares a mental moment damning whoever had made the decision to put him in all this lace.

Nevermind. Too much trouble to get rid of it.

The sparklight flickers once before dying again. Not for long enough, though, and Roland isn't entirely certain whether he's just seen movement. "Something down there. Not sure what."