Honestly, he didn't mean to draw attention to himself. Jeremy thought he was completely alone, and reading the note aloud to himself helped him to remember the advice and names written there. And while he knew there would be other tributes around ... well, he thought this place was in the clear for now. That was his fault.

The voice startles him, and he presses back against the tree behind him, trying not to panic. The shadow doesn't disappear from his vision, sticking around in the corner of his eye while Jeremy watches the other man approach. He's obviously more armed (most people probably are) and well trained, so he knows there's no point in even trying to put up a fight or even argue about it. But then, the note is mentioned - this guy's one of the names written there?

It's a start, he supposes, and he reaches with a trembling hand for the crumpled piece of paper, unfolding it to read it again. At first, he wonders if he missed it, a signature or pair of initials or something, but there's nothing else there and he shakes his scarred head.

"I-I don't kn-- know ..." he answers quietly, feeling at least a little less worried. The man could be lying, of course, but it's worth a shot. "It doesn't s-say. It's just n-- ... names."

He isn't sure how the note is supposed to help - is he meant to approach everyone and ask their name to see if they're on the list? It's absurd. But, it's not like he has many options.

"W-Who are you?"