"Ain't no big." And though there's a shrug that suggests modesty, Punchy's clearly, again, preening. He figures it's probably a compliment of semi-decent weight if it comes from a guy who seems so upstanding.

"Aces." Still, Punchy doesn't look like he totally believes that, and that distrust is a sad fact of his time spent in Panem. He's seen too many people die at the hands of supposedly peaceful competitors. He saw Topher skewered like a fish on a pike for offering a handshake and to share food. "You got a plan for this shitshow otherwise?"