It was exactly that beacon that made Phil hesitate to draw closer to Firo. "You, uh...you have a little something on your head," he managed to whisper out. "If you're gonna blast me or something...might as well have the decency to tell me, okay?" But either way, Gray offered his friend an apple he managed to raid from an abandoned supply find. Probably a dead tribute's or something. "C'mon, we're making it this far, right? Have you had any luck?"

Luck was stretching it.