Clint hadn't eaten much. He'd always had the kind of stomach that withered under pressure and left him with no appetite at all, a characteristic he'd had to consciously fight against in social situations. But tonight, he didn't feel much like fighting it, and he pushed his food around his plate as the others spoke, his eyes resting only briefly on their faces, though they lingered on a Scott a little longer. They flicked away, however, when Scott talked about not being around like it was an inevitability, and he pressed the back of his fork hard into a roasted potato, watching it come apart beneath the weight.
"A Gamemaker's a place to start," he agreed, lifting his head after Peggy had spoken. "I think it's best to concentrate on Banner and Odinson. They both have connections to the districts, and they might be the most sympathetic. Banner might not be as useful to us in the actual arena, but Thor and I go way back, and he's pretty adamant that his brother's a snake, for what that's worth. But it'd be good to have someone in the room to help us with the traps, maybe even get us information about the layout."
Clint leaned forward a little in his chair. "But I don't think we're talking enough about where we're gonna go, if we do manage to get through this. I know you all think I'm crazy for looking at Thirteen, but we gotta find somewhere that's not under Capitol control, or getting out of the arena isn't gonna make us less dead. Maybe we could hole up in a district with fewer Peacekeepers and more places to hide -- Eleven or Twelve might be good for that. But at best, that's a stopgap. We need a place, and we need to find it fast."