Nope, that beat is still the same rhythm, unfaltering with his irritation to her antics. While he hadn't tapped into full irritation when he arrived to her, he was there now, because the questions were probing and uncomfortable. He hates the sensation of being discomforted. Like her strange eyes were trying to see through his hoodie and shirt.

"There's no shit wrong with me, other wise I wouldn't be acting right. And everyone has scars and stuff, they're not special." He wants to slap her for the way she looks him over and wasn't that a strange and alarming bit of programming.

York recoils back a little bit, and then covers it by brushing his hoodie sleeves off. "You should get back to wherever the fuck you're staying. The streets sometimes aren't safe when the aliens keeping us here decide that they're bored."