He flaps out a dismissive hand and turns away fully, disgustedly, Arista hissing at Penza as she retreats. He quite confident that further discussion will predictably go very poorly and seizing upon preventative measures might not be the most elegant or informed decision possible but it is a solution readily at his disposal. He has been granted a rational out from this exchange and so he will take it.

The treeline is distant but rapidly approaching the quicker he nears it, and with any hope it will serve as the conversational escape route he has begun to desperately seek.