Oh, shut up.

[Ephemera doesn't bother hiding the anger in his voice, lifting his arm to track the Sim trooper's movements. Just in case. He's supposed to be playing nice with people, but this one is pissing him off. Seriously, who keeps hitting on someone after taking a hit to the groin? It can't get much clearer than that.]

You'll fucking live. Oh, and in case that wasn't clear? Stop hitting on me. Or I really will set you on fire.