Who does this asshole even think he is? "I'd be plenty useful if you didn't keep --" what is it he's done, he's been trying to explain but obviously he's doing a shitty job, here -- "-- keep saying cryptic bullshit! First it's a rift and now it's a dream and you don't have to be such a dick about it!"

The rodent in her lap lets out a pained squeak, and Asmodia abruptly realizes her grip has been tightening as she speaks. She lets go, muttering, "sorry" into her lap.