By the time Peeta reaches her room, Daine has her little bag packed and is clipping on Sarge's leash (trying to, anyway - he's so excited by the prospect of a walk that he keeps dancing around and making it difficult). It hadn't taken her all that long to tuck the rats' offering in an out-of-the-way place - if you know which turns to take, there really isn't much distance between well-traveled corridors and all but abandoned ones.

"Nearly ready," Daine calls in response to the knock before adding, "Hold still a moment," in a quieter tone. Sarge lets out an impatient grumble, but he does manage to hold still long enough for Daine to finally get his leash on. She straightens, leashes in one hand, and swings her bag onto her shoulder with the other.

"Hullo again," she says with a broad smile after she opens the door. "All set?"