There's not much he can really do to react to her insane ramblings, but there's a special chill down his spine that makes his shoulders set stiff and close to his ears when she accuses him of pissing off someone big - and then he flinches with a soft curse when she abruptly fucking yells.

"If there's truly someone watching us, you don't need to fucking yell," he snaps back, a scowl wrinkling his features as he does. "They want you to react and you're playing right into their fucking hands by screaming about it."