She wasn't the only one at the Cornucopia's mouth. R had made his way over, wasted time trying to bite a few Tributes, and had nothing to show for it because apparently he just couldn't hold his prey down. Maybe it was self-sabotage, if he was more self-aware at the moment.

The poison working its way through his corpse made him stagger even more than usual, R not even trying to look both ways as he stumbled in front of Karis like a drunk jaywalker. His foot kicked one of the bags, sending it skittering toward her.