The boxes of flour are one of the best discoveries he'd made about this place, even if he's still wrapping his brain around this idea that somehow, boxes full of flour just magically turning up. Some of the fuller ones are heavier than he likes, and they take up most of his vision, which is why he has to keep peering around them every few moments, otherwise his elbows start jostling people. He manages to get it to the little bakery he's been setting up with Peeta and once he does, he feels like he's earned himself a little fresh air.

He ends up out in the woods, because Jacob's still getting used to having this much nature so close to him, so totally different from Central Park. Of course, it also means that he gets a little extra twitchy when he hears sounds, because his imagination keeps running away from him, inventing strange beasts in his head that might come after him.

"Who's, who's there?" he calls out, a touch nervously, when he hears the crack of a twig somewhere nearby and he's not entirely sure what's out there in the fog.