Daryl's voice caused Phillip to immediately jump in surprise and almost dropped the precious gift from his Mentor. While they had themselves an awkward flirt or two in the Crowning, hair patting included, the Arenas were always something different, there were lives at stake. "I-I know...like I told you, I'm not exactly built for survival, now am I?" he tried to be a bit jokey, to ease tensions, as the looming dread of Battle Royal Panem edition clung to them. But in those chocolate eyes and the smile he gave the redneck, there was a haunted look, a man carrying eleven dead children and countless coworkers who were not careful or didn't heed his warnings.

"I-I am, just making sure the, uh, the kids have caches of food and supplies around, you know?" If there was any doubt of Phil's sincere drive to aid those he failed to protect, putting his neck on the line for their well-being was certainly compelling evidence.