Rats and mice, except they'd gone through hell first, which was most likely the Capitol's labs. Of course they were. Daniel wasn't surprised anymore, and hovering at the outskirts, watching as a Tribute darted in and snagged a bag, seriously began to reconsider actually going in. Maybe if this had happened earlier, this would've fallen in less under the 'No chance in hell, Jackson/so you want an early grave?' to a 'Risky but doable' category.

The sight of the teacups, even broken down, brought an unpleasant twitch to his stomach. He was never going to forget those things, even if it was years and years since that time he'd nearly thrown up on them as a kid. Granted, that had only been one time, seeing as that time sort of implied there had been more than the one. Once had been plenty, both on the teacups and being the audience to how strong his foster brother claimed to be at the time. Granted, he might have goaded him into it by being a pain in the ass.

Daniel looked from left to right, turning at his torso. The ginger move didn't entirely. He winced anyway, when even the slight motion strained at his bruised neck. The archaeologist had gone from feeling like he could barely get in a trickle of air to something more like he'd gotten the biggest glass ball in the known universe making its home in his throat. That was the improvement improvement, seeing as his next option would have been garrotted in his sleep.

It looked... relatively clear so far. The other Tribute had drawn off most of the creatures. It was part curiosity that got Daniel to take the first and second, then third gasping step. Daniel weaved in, hand on the twisted metal, and hurried towards nearest bag he can find. There was a flicker of movement up ahead, and Daniel winced. The creatures were coming back, and fast. The living sea of claw and teeth came washing up the end of the table.

He had to move faster.