With a grimace at the pain, Gamzee dropped his hands down to his side, putting his hands on the wall behind him. Served him fucking right. "I been just motherfuckin' walkin' around all dreamin', don't mean no dead motherfuckers no disrespect by comin' up on you or nothin'," he explained as rationally as he possibly could. "Didn't know I went and wandered myself into your bubble, else I woulda motherfuckin' about-faced and got the fuck gone." He was attempting, for the moment, to keep his cool. He could feel that churning, twisting Rage build in his gut, and shoved it down. It would do him no good to fly off the fucking handle at this point. His breath was sharp as he tried his damnedest to ignore the sharp pain in his temples.