Hemlock has been hiding out throughout the Arena, sticking to the trees and high places of the forest section. She doesn't know what's happening now, and although she hates to admit it, she's terrified, clinging to a high tree branch in the dark and waiting to see what that thunderstorm might herald.

When she sees the figure approaching the base of the tree she's hiding in, her pulse rises to a desperate thrum, and she knows she has to move. She doesn't recognise the woman in the poor light, but another Tribute means trouble, and her position here suddenly feels very exposed. She shifts upright in the fork of the branches, and moves to climb higher, out of sight and out of the range of any weapons the woman might have.

Unfortunately, it's hard for her to climb silently. The cost of hiding better is the rustling and the soft snapping of twigs, which she prays won't be noticed.