I object to being referred to as a tool. [The last word is growled, a sore spot. Is Fyodor trying to get under his skin right now?

And they were having such a decent conversation, too.]

We spoke some, yeah. And trust me, I was ready to maul you the first time around. But if we're going to get by here and get home, we need to not be at each other's throats 24/7. I'm not gonna forgive you for all the shit you pulled, but you're decent enough to talk to, when you're not saying stupid shit.

[He crosses his arms, scowling.] I should probably just give up on arguing the god thing at this point, huh?

[Sigh!!!]