Even though the Tribute had done a favor, tossing him the bag, it still took Daniel by surprise when instead of making a run for it right after, while he had the chance, the man stayed back to help him. For every Tribute that played to win, there were still those who hoped for something else, some other way out besides giving up all decency. Daniel gave him a squeeze on the shoulder, trying to convey how grateful he was.

Daniel hurried along, matching his pace as best as he could. He hoped to God he didn't drag the guy down in the process. The animals had cleared several more teacups and chairs, and were halfway down the table already, in a matter of seconds.

Unable to turn and look to keep an eye on them, he had to trust the Tribute to get them going the right way. Daniel's fingers clutched at a shoulder, jaw tight as he spoke through his teeth, and as much as it pained him to do it, tried to answer with as few words as possible. "Don't know. Either Panem-native or created."