When it was clear she wasn't going to try and stab him or cut off his hand for bumping into her he crawled forwards and helped collect the books. He looked at them with interest, not recognising the authors. These were more like the books in Rat's room though, old and musky not like the others he had found around the Capitol.

Her words made him blink and he looked up, brushing white hair out of his eyes. "Are you a tribute too?"