Yutaka hated stopping for a rest when he wasn't sure where they were or where their enemies (not enemies, not enemies, they were going to get out of here, they had to get out of here) were lurking. But he stopped, mopping perspiration from his brow, when he realized Lottie's breathing was belabored. Frankly, he wasn't in the best shape himself. If only he were taller, he thought; tall people could take bigger strides.

What would Mim do?

Foraging. Yes. It was much easier to do by day. He thought back to his days in the Program...ironically, only days ago. He hoped to God Panem's vegetation followed the same toxicity patterns as planet Earth. White mushrooms. Furled ferns. Those are always safe.

"Do you wanna take a break? I'll get us some rations. You can hold onto the hatchet."