"I don't think we're exactly equipped to carry around a bunch of bottles of acid right now, but we should come back at some point and gather a few, I agree." One he can handle though, and slips it very carefully into a pocket of his pack, not wanting to risk it breaking in a pants pocket if he happens to get in a fight before they settle somewhere.

He picks up the jacket, careful not to touch where Jet had sprayed the stuff even though it looks as though its finished eating away at the fibers. Just to be safe, he uses his knife to get rid of the cuff. It looks a little silly but at least now he's not in any danger of the acid being slow to dissipate and burning him again as he puts the jacket back on. He'd rather use it like this than risk a potential altercation in going back to the sports store. By now other tributes will have descended on it en mass for the readily available supplies.

"I wonder what other 'useful' things we'll find," Albert remarks to Jet wryly, smirking.