Rinka kept the nightstick she'd snatched from the Cornucopia expanded as she walked along the tracks. She would have felt more comfortable with two of them, but until she could steal one off another Tribute, one would have to suffice.

She made her way slowly down the tracks, wondering when the dim, flickering lights overhead would finally go out. Probably when she least wanted them to. That's how things usually went. But right now, she just wanted to find a safe place to hole up and rest, preferably in a maintenance closet rather than next to the tracks.