He glanced over at the voice, and looked away just as quickly. Larxene. Just the person he did not want to deal with. Not when he was like this. She'd done this to him! Anger swept through him.

Anger shifted quickly to surprise as he went to try to respond. He hadn't realized he didn't even have use of his mouth. His foggy mind had not detected it, but now he was well aware of his lack of ability to speak. He could only let out an uncomfortable sound through the fabric.

So he glared, crimson eyes boring into her. Fine? No, he couldn't say he was 'fine', even if he could speak it.