Daniel wanted to smack his forehead. Punchy wasn't getting it! Daniel was all for talking first, instead of guns blazing and threat assessments, always had been, but it had been made clear that those in the Arena had little to no privacy, and that maybe, for once, this wasn't the time for talking. Especially when it came to blurting out to the very Capitol itself how you might disrupt their games.

He lifted his eyebrows, exaggerated and meaningfully, he hoped, trying to get Punchy to shut up. Why couldn't this be Jack? At least Jack could read him like a book practically. Well, sometimes. It was getting downright scary, now that he thought about. He could just say Jack's name, give him any number of looks, and Jack would pick up (most of the time) what he had in mind just from that. It saved a lot of trouble. And time. "Maybe you should respect the Capitol's property before they get upset. It's like throwing a rock at someone's window, you just had the good graces to say so first! Let's play nice, okay?"

And how to get Punchy to understand that Daniel was actually all for his plan. But they needed to communicate in a way that the Capitol wouldn't read. Daniel sat back, watching as Punchy landed his first vote of audience approval. All it had taken was baring his very impressive guns. That...probably wasn't going to happen on Daniel's end. He counted himself as not exactly frail or overly muscled, personally, but next to Punchy, Daniel just wasn't very impressive.

"Congrats," Daniel said dryly. An idea struck him. He only had to write a few words and hope Punchy got it. "Here, give me your hand."