He wasn't going for the Cornucopia- whether or not he knew another one of those things from the first Arena was out there wasn't even an issue. He was just looking for some shade, or some cool patch of mud to tell him there would be water nearby. Naturally, so far he's found none of what he'd been hoping for and he's only sure he's going to get a nasty sunburn come the end of the day. Trudging through sand was a terrible waste of energy, and so finding some solid footing in the grassland was a welcome relief to his legs. For all the panic he had felt in the Candyland, Tim hardly felt the need to look over his shoulder every once in a while here.

Less people meant a better chance at just sitting out the murder part of the show and sticking to the survivor aspects of it. With a prairie dog scampering away at his feet, he realizes that's both a good thing and a bad one-- dying alone isn't a good thought. Hiding away and not doing anything to curb any attempts at murder wasn't any good, either. It goes against everything he does as Robin, y'know, back in good ole Gotham City were the murder and mayhem were more... Actually, no, he can't think of anything good to say about Gotham right now. He's sweating too much and. And there's company up ahead! --apart from the prairie dog colony.

Quick, Drake: turn tail and slink away unnoticed, or make yourself known and grab an ally?

"Miss!"

He'll trot over for a few steps, then stop, then walk. Suppose approaching a stranger with the Games started shouldn't be too hasty a thing. Hands up, palms out, he's making it clear he's not itching for a fight.