Cerulean Cape I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind

"What the fuck else am I supposed to do?" Ah, Renwick. Already on the defensive. Her lack of compassion or sympathy made his fur spike. Maybe he didn't want to have his hand held and his head pat, but she could try... "I don't even know where the hell I am, who you are, some random chick outta thin air..."

He scowls unhappily, glancing sharply away before he (further) insults the girl. Why should he give his name to her? He didn't know her. She more or less demanded his title. It was laughable. So he laughed, a harsh and barking sound. "You got balls" he'd give her that "I'm Renwick. Now who the hell are you?" It was hard to tell if he was impressed or just miserable.