Before Sigma would go on to die at the end of Maximus' blade, that day he had been wandering. Still on his crusade to help those he believed to be particularly less fortunate, the Doctor kept an eye out for Tributes ahead. Though their numbers had been dwindling rapidly recently, it wasn't long before he stumbled across someone indeed.

Finding a shadow ahead, Sigma's electronic eye scanned the horizon, and though Gaila's costume made him feel more than a little disappointed in Capitol Stylist in general he was relieved to find someone he recognized. Perhaps the old man was not the sort of bait Gaila was looking to trap, but Sigma approached her with no ulterior motive. He could not forget her uniquely shaded skin - she'd been the one who had asked him to dance, wasn't she?- and Sigma smiled. Surely anyone that patient would be a decent person. She looked as though she were having a hard time, and so he headed forward obliviously, believing their encounter would be pleasant. Perhaps he could help her... he still had some supplies to share.