Sayaka had lost it at the cornucopia. In the rush of noise and bodies, she'd just about had the presence of mind to pick up a pair of weapons - one for her, and one for the boy from her district, if she ever caught up with him. She'd seen people die before, she had to remind herself, as she darted back out again, and most of these people would come back good as new.

That said, she still felt her gut rise up into her mouth when she spotted another girl limping in the same direction she'd chosen to run towards. Sayaka slowed her pace when she got closer, almost unable to look at the girl's injuries. Those were burns. Really bad burns. That girl might die if she didn't get help.

"Hey!" Sayaka called, as loudly as she dared. "I have water. Here." Sayaka held out her canister towards the girl, unsure whether she was actually helping or not.