Guy trundled along, still clinging to Hawkeye's sleeve, but he was a little less timid this time, and every so often, he'd just look over at the wig and snicker a little bit. It was a good distraction from the city around them.

The trip back to the Tribute Training Center was mostly uneventful and after getting pointed to it by an avox, they found Guy's room in the District 6 suites.

Just in time, too. All that time out in the cold meant he was starting to get just slightly on this side of hypothermic.

He didn't exactly jump into bed in his room, though. Mainly because he didn't know what it was, something they'd realize when he started poking at it experimentally.

"What is this thing?"