And Handy descended into spouting unintelligible, angry-sounding gibberish, picking himself off of the ground and, presumably, swearing to himself. At several points one may perceive he might have been speaking some form of coherent language, but it wasn't English, before slipping right back into gibberish. Thorax took the opportunity to crawl off the bed, slipping into her disguise quickly, and closing the door to the hallway before anyone else looked in. Jacques was about to get up too, right before Handy's fists clasped about his neck, lifting him off the bed and slamming him against the wall.