Peeta's thumb brushed over the top of her hand, trying to calm her down. He understood her frustration and why being down here felt so suffocating. He knew what had happened to her father and he couldn't imagine her inner struggle when she was trapped literally underground.

Although Haymitch had been keeping so much from them, he was the only other person Peeta felt like he could truly trust right now. Despite that fact.

"We just... want to know what's going on. It only seems fair we get some answers." A sigh. "And some pants would also be nice."