[Hythlodaeus isn't entirely sure what he's supposed to be doing outside of signing things, but he follows Finnick's lead and chats openly with the people. One asks him to sign several things, muttering about how he could sell them for more down the line- he obliges, if only because he's in no position to refuse and doesn't really care if anyone makes more money off his autographs.]

Have we made enough?

[He asks it once the people slow to a trickle, voice low. It would be nice to eat something...]

I'm this close to eating my own mask...