As brief as his wanderings about the Capitol have been thus far he has noticed no small number of armed guards, himself. So many more than at Carver’s compound, but that makes sense for the sheer size of the place if he’s to believe the map. He couldn’t be hasty; he would be of no help to any of his friends with a body pumped full of hot lead.

His voice drops lower yet, to a murmur, and while he feels her gaze on him he keeps his head ducked and his eyes off her. In his best attempt at appearing casual he takes a few fries, chewing thoughtfully.

"Yeah. More than I ever seen in one place."

He thinks to say something more on the subject but reconsiders.

"Don’ look now, but I think someone’s been watchin’ us for a while over by that wall to my right." The remark hangs heavily in the air between them before he lets out a quiet, tired sigh. "...I don’ know. Maybe I’m jus’ bein’ a little paranoid."