Another Cornucopia, another arena. By now Sam knows the drill, knows to grab what he can and run, hunt for his friends. Survive long enough to protect them as best as he can, be entertaining enough that they'll bring him back, so he can keep fighting.

He's got this.

And then he runs into a guy made of metal who looks like he's having trouble getting up. It'd maybe be more of a surprise if two of his best friends weren't cyborgs, but this is still a hell of a lot different than them.

It makes him wary, even more than coming across someone he doesn't know in the arena usually does. For all he knows, this could be another one of the Capitol's tricks. Even if it - him? - seems just as pissed to be here as Sam'd been.

"Hey," Sam says cautiously, staying out of arm's reach, for the moment. "You need a hand?"