[Clove kneels down and shifts her pant leg up, revealing the handle of a hunting knife tucked into her boot.]

This one, I rigged up here.

[Then, she opens her jacket, showing the vest she'd claimed in the arena and the throwing knives fitted into it.]

This one found me.

For that, though? We'll rig something for the wrist, I think. That way, when you need it, it's right at hand.