He hadn't said anything since the attack. Something of a small miracle as those around already knew he had the tendency to mutter constantly, making this droning sound that might have been speech, but was too quiet and too poorly enunciated to possibly be undestood by others. But now, he was quiet. The man was thin, obviously malnourished, his eyes sunken back into his skull. There were bloodshot, always open, always seeming to stare right back at whoever was looking at him, whenever he looked at him. Dark circles under his yes, the man slept, but it was a fitful sleep, and seldom for more than 30 minutes, an hour before he would startle awake. He had been that way since they ran into him. Muttering, staring, sleepless.<br/><br/>Since the attack he was quiet. The man seemed focused. His eyes were on a swivel, looking all around, his pistol gripped tightly in a double handed hold. If one looked closely they could see his right index finger was constantly twitching, never depressing the trigger, but it was there, twitching back and forth, unconsciously it seemed.<br/><br/>And then the commander called for a halt. Daniel kissed the dirt as fast as anyone, huddled near the wall of the  building. His head snapping left and right, looking for the enemy.<br/><br/>It was then he heard the comments. The blame. His eye twitched. He started muttering again. A quiet hum coming from him as the words blended together into one ceaseless noise. He looked up at Ghost and the two bothering her, his eyes wide open. He was staring again, looking right back at anyone who dared look his way. He never released his weapon, never holstered his sidearm. His finger kept twitching.<br/><br/>"... Hide. Hide away fast, the eyes, the eyes they coming to rain down upon us. The eyes..." his voice picked up in volume from his muttering, continuing on without missing a beat it seemed. He spoke clearly, urgently to those sitting around. He scampered up on his feet already, darting between the people, scurrying as low to the ground as he could as he went inside the building. He picked a spot as far from windows as he could, as far from any combat damage holes, in the darkest part of the building. He curled up there, knees to his chest, looking over at the group as he continued to mutter, occasionally speaking clearly to say "The Eyes".<br/><br/>He might be crazy, he might not. But one thing he did have a knack for was avoiding dangers. He huddled there, taking one hand off his sidearm to hold a silencing finger up to his lips, though the man still muttered away. "The Eyes."