Jack clumsily thrashes around in the water as well, doing his best to disentangle himself from the other Tribute. His boots hit (mostly) solid sand, and the yank at his clothes from Roland helps him break back to the surface of the lake.

He sputters for air, choking out the cold water from his lungs and -- after a few seconds more of that graceless flailing -- is finally back on his feet. He flashes a quick look at the man's comment and then motions wildly with both hands. "It was in a moment of panic, mate, so shut it and go!"

He's already started to swim now, making his way towards the shore.