Sigma responds to his son's kindness with an annoyed growl. Kyle was far too damn stubborn for his own good. But now, at least, they had something. Soon, other Tributes who had no food would be scouring restaurants like these, willing to kill for a meal. This made Sigma understandably anxious, and he pocketed the fruit to conceal it.

He began to pilfer through what he thought must be a silverware drawer. Unfortunately, all of its contents were blunt and rusted, and the gamemakers had taken the time to remove any knife that could draw blood. How was he to protect Kyle, now? Give the other tributes tetanus? Frustrated, Sigma slammed the drawer shut. "Sit down and eat. There is nothing here but junk, and lingering too long will make us a target."