"Yeah, I know." The way he kept slamming his hands against said walls in frustration had been a bad idea. Could've been worse - he could've tried to punch the wall. He barely gives Tommy a look over his shoulder as he finishes off the second drawer. Maybe he could go after the dresser now.

"Yeah, great city I've been brought to. Fucking...piece...of shit... aliens." The last sentence punctuated with him tearing the dresser apart section by section using leverage from his hands and feet. "The fuck is wrong with your bed? I'm not like that, so I'm not sharing anything of mine," because of course he takes what Tommy says the wrong way entirely.