The sound of another voice is like a slap of cold water, and he jerks to a halt to tip his head back towards it, mostly an ear rather than his eyes. He's got his jacket gripped tight in his hand, so he takes the moment to sling it awkwardly onto his dead arm so he can wear the stupid thing instead as he tries to rein his temper in.

"What is it, Sims? This isn't the best time."