The annoyed hiss between Rush's teeth rapidly devolves into a steadily ratcheting panic when she succeeds in pinning a hand against him. He twists in a futile effort to get away from the immediate, overpowering discomfort the contact instills, and succeeds only in entangling them both further.

"Get - the fuck - off," he rasps between clenched teeth, panic now approaching something more easily interpreted as horror. She will not stop touching him, and this is her fault and something easily fucking rectified if only she had fucking listened to him in the first fucking place. Anxiety intensifying unbearably with each passing fucking second, Rush lashes out with a thoroughly ensnared foot with frenetic desperation, and succeeds only in hooking it around some essential component of the wires still trapping his right arm, toppling him completely once more.

The inclusion of an animal he does not recognize is assuredly not helping.

"Don't you fuckin' dare," he snarls at it as it approaches, accent thickening at the bleeding edges of his own mounting, frenzied panic. "Donnae even think ah comin' fuckin' near me. An' don' - don' fuckin' cut it. D'you wannae fuckin' kill us?"