Joly was, yes. He did not like that he had been reduced to that, but until the lockdown was lifted a bit, or at least until the commotion had died down, it seemed the wisest thing to be doing, much as he hated it. Sorting out the facts from the overblown fictions being splashed across the screens was a mental exercise to keep him from keeling over here and now, although, when Pruna spoke again, he found himself sighing, agreeing, really, with what she had said.

"That is something I wish I had not had any cause to think of yet, but you are most likely right." He added, a worried frown creeping over his face as his brow furrowed even further there. "I would hope that you are proven wrong, but I very sincerely doubt it."

He was willing to believe that the peacekeepers, simply under order of suspicion, would harm all of their friends who had been taken. Or rather, do more than harm them at that. Given Penny's special announcements in the past, it looked like a course of action that was common enough here. The thought made him shift, rather nervously, as he wished that there was somewhere they could really talk about these things, and somewhere that they could come up with a means to get Courfeyrac free of this.

He frowned right back at her, wishing there was a way to find any of their cameras, or tapes, or other recording devices in this room, and a way to destroy them besides that.

"When things have calmed a bit, when the peacekeepers are not so busy doing their jobs protecting us by making certain we stay put," he started, rolling his eyes so that only Pruna could see that he didn't actually mean it quite the way he said it, "We should talk to our friends in other districts. They might have some idea how we can be of help during dark times like this." Dark times for whom though, he was not going to say.