He gives a soft, bitter laugh, because she's right and he's still not used to being able to say things like that out in public, and it still has something of the thrill of danger about it. But she's right; anyone who's been to the Capitol knows that they have so much they can waste it while people in the districts starve. It's been a talking point in the rebellion.

It's hard to imagine the amount of food in the same place that there once was here, if all those shelves were full.

He gestures to one the right, where the shelves stretch away towards a wall.

"Let's go there, then work back. Be methodical."

It gives them a chance to scope out a little more of the place before they start hunting for anything useful to take.

"Wonder what happened," he says, softly, reaching out to push at a box that's fallen off one of the shelves with his trident. "It's a mess."