Even before the week is half over, Albert's proud that he's managed to bring himself to do some proper exploration of the tribute towers. His mad dash through the building when he'd first awoken doesn't exactly count as all he'd really managed to do was startle half the other tributes and make a general show of himself. Not exactly his proudest moment, though he's had worse, and gathering what information he can is more important here than whatever humiliation he'll need to weather.

Now he's carefully meandering the halls, making note of who is where and what he may need to watch out for in the next arena, be it who to avoid or who may possibly need help. It may not make logical sense when they're all pitted against each other to the death, but they're all alike in this situation as well, from what he can gather. Torn from home, forced into a ridiculous futuristic repeat of Roman gladiatorial games with a futuristic and altogether mind-and-spirit breaking twist of no immediate escape through death, only victory. It's sickening. And so he'll do what little he can to fight the system with kindness.

Today leads him to the middle floors, the broad German stepping off the elevator at floor 7 and taking a look through the hall. His stature means he looks high, which is likely why he misses the much shorter man in his immediate visual scan of the floor.