[ He barely notices the atmosphere, because he feels it. Every hair on edge, his entire body in pain, and Silco has to lean against a wall because he is small, and he is frail, and he can feel his entire body go limp for just a second. It hurts, and both of his eyes are wide and unblinking, and he hisses: ]

Did you just shock me? [ His voice picks up a little louder: ] Did you attack me unprompted?? An ally?

[ Does he really think they are allies? No, but is Silco quick to use everything at his disposal? Oh you know he is.

He looked at her with a mismatched gaze that, somehow, looks even more hateful than before. ] Do you know what she did before I killed her? She cut off my hand.

She at least had an excuse. We were at war. Instead, you attack me over imagined slights. [ His tone is halting, still reacting to the feeling of lightning through his veins. It's ridiculous, with the shirt and all, but he somehow pushes through. ]

I will not forget this slight. I suggest you watch your back the next time you need help.