Ow! [Neffa flinches, putting up his hands to ward off another blow, his expression a cross of terror and indignation. He flinches back from the noise as well-- his ears are ringing, too, but he at least was expecting the sound, and isn't now yelling in anyone's face.

He is talking-more-loudly-than-would-otherwise-be-appropriate in someone's face, though. His voice threatens, but does not yet deliver, a shriek.]

What the fuck was I thinking!? I saved your life! I told you to signal for a distraction! [It's hard to gesticulate in quarters this close-- one of the reasons it's impossibly rude to get this close-- but he's going for it, his trembling hands inches from Dixon's face.] What the fuck were you thinking? It wasn't moving! It wasn't attacking! We could have slipped out without antagonizing it, but no--!

[He narrows his eyes, makes a closed fist and thumps it sharply against his own chest.] If not for my spell you'd be hanging upside down with your head underwater, slipping across the border between worlds carrying an unfulfilled contract, leaving me to clean up your mess because you were too short-sighted to take care of your own affairs-- though I suppose I shouldn't have expected better from someone stupid enough to attack the fucking statue--!

[He's delivering on that shriek now.]