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He felt marginally better now that he had the damn tracker out of his arm. It had been in there for far too long, and he'd only felt irritated when he'd realized that Johanna had been quicker on the uptake than he had been and removed hers practically right away. He'd had to wait until he had something sharp enough to dig out the tracker, and then enough bandages to wrap himself. He'd decided against stitches, figuring that, dexterous as he was, making an attempt with his left hand was not a great idea.

Now he had a piece of Capitol technology just sitting around. That, presumably, was still being used to track him. That made him increasingly uneasy. He felt as if he was being watched constantly, but didn't know what to do with it. He didn't know if he could just turn it off, just chuck it into another world. And he knew that Johanna didn't know any better than he did. Which meant they needed someone who understood technology better than they did.

It made him uneasy to think of involving someone who was practically a stranger, but in the end, he decided to give up. Either he got rid of it on his own or involved someone. There was risk either way.

So, finally, he just picked it up, tucked it into his palm, and went to seek Felicity. It wasn't hard to find her. He dropped down in front of her in a lazy sprawl of limbs, usual charming smile on, although he already had fair warning that it wasn't going to work on her.

"Hello there," he said.