Richwood sprinted past, a loaf of bread in his mouth, grabbing Tessa's hand as he went by. He took the bread out of his mouth and looked behind him. "Come on, lets go! I don't see them but I'm sure they're still following!" he urged, pulling her down the road. His pants were dirty and his shirt, although tucked, had a rip in it. His hair, usually fashioned to the best of his abilities, was messy.

He pulled Tessa around a corner and covered her mouth, watching as a few peace keepers passed, unaware of where they were hidden. Richwood smiled widely and broke the bread in half, handing the piece to her. "A little illegal delicacy for our reaping day," he smirked, then held the bread in his mouth as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Hw der yew sink vee vill fare turdur?" he mumbled, the bread making it hard to speak clearly. He was asking about how she thought they would do today against the odds.