Steve hasn't been able to sleep. It's not the arena, he can't sleep in the capitol either. He walks towards the cornucopia to see if anyone's left any supplies behind. On the plus side of these ridiculous costumes, the cape was easy enough to fashion into a sling to carry the cans of food in.

He sees her when he rounds the corner; he hadn't been expecting anyone else (but it's not like he shouldn't have not expected anyone else, either.) He's ready to get on the defensive but he just stands there in shock instead. He freezes.

He could cry.

And then he thaws instead. "Over here," he whispers, ready to duck with her behind where he just came from, at least to get them out of view.