"Like what, a kidnapping victim getting yelled at and threatened with bodily harm by a furry?"

For someone on the receiving end of such threats, he seems kinda...mildly perturbed at best. His brows lifts slightly over the rim of the shades and his hands lift placatingly in that hopefully universal gesture of I am unarmed, calm your tits. There's a slight downward tilt to his mouth as he tries to get a grip on his seldom-functional verbal filter and speak with something resembling tact.

"Listen," he says. Hopefully not in like a condescending sorta way. "I'm just sayin', you're clearly pissed about the whole interdimensional kidnapping and forced employment thing – which, y'know, that's fair – but maybe you're taking it out on the wrong people. Unless you're normally all about gutting people for bumping into you, in which case that's a whole different issue that you should probably talk to someone about."