[Bortz leans back from the finger thrust at their face, then levels Rutile with a black scowl. Of course this absurd science experiment would be the quack doctor's doing.]

I would be in danger of going deaf if I had to listen to their pointless chattering for a minute longer, [they snap back sourly, already slipping their sword back into its sheath. They flick a few errant bits of grass and dirt off of their uniform, glowering.] Besides, [they add with a dismissive gesture towards the remaining flowers that are now whimpering and crying in the remnants of the flower bed,] you still have some left for whatever it is that you're doing.