Holiday had already grabbed up the pack with her left hand. It was by chance that she looked back up to see Lin barreling after her again, armed this time.

She maybe had a breath of a moment to get away. Half of it was spent in hesitation and fear, unfortunately. The rest of her finally decided to move on the latter half. She hooked the handle of the pack on her elbow and started to run at a ninety degree angle from Lin. Thanks to the hulking Cornucopia and other fights breaking out, it was really the only route she could take.

Glancing around gave her a good picture of what was happening to about half of the tributes, though... Punchy. Wyatt. She couldn't stop right now. As soon as this woman was off her trail, she could help them.