Having been sticking to the solo plan for a little while, Hubert had been infinitely careful about grabbing supplies. And while he had a vague idea of where the lockers he was interested in getting to was, he wasn't going to charge in right after the Cornucopia. No, instead he found himself exploring the area.

It was a little eerie to be honest. After all, the speech had him believing that maybe the lack of carnage might have the Capitol try to work something up. He was still wearing his spandex skating suit, but had lost the skates in favor of a pair of wool socks and little brown booties. Equally he had slipped on a long trenchcoat, something he picked out mostly because of the amount of pockets.

After that, and a few survival tools such as a knife and water bottle, he supposed finding a new quiet unpopulated nook was in order. A store with something no one particularly cared about in it, for example? Eventually he found himself peering in the plushie store, fingers wrapping around his knife still in his pocket-- before noticing the tea party of sorts.

He didn't quite recognize Harley for a moment- the interesting make-up scheme had him furrowing his brow even... before shaking his head.

"... Harley, is that you?"

What was she doing here?