You are the female tribute. You don't know who the other tribute is. You get youngr things from the cornucopia. Unsure what to do, you make a crude shelter. "Doofus," says a harsh, snippy, cynical voice, "Over here. You won't survive without me." You turn around to find the other tribute. "If you wanna survive, you'll have to follow my rules. To the letter. If not, I'm leaving you behind. And I don't like waiting."