And there's a noise indicating that someone has dropped by to help Lyle maintain his cover as an asshole. Lyle peers out from the cover of the doorway and smiles thinly, glancing between the older Tribute frozen in the middle of the clothing drifts and the Porcupine Pete toy in his hand.

The Porcupine Pete toy with pointy spines. Definitely sharp enough to at least take an eye out -- good thing the torso is an easier target to hit, anyway.

He leans out and hurls the spiny ball at the other Tribute as hard as he can before ducking back into cover, where he can reload.

(Note to self: construct a slingshot. 'Rubber Lad' will do nicely for part of it...)