"You'll handle it, huh!? Trust me, huh!?" Handy shouted, trying yet failing to get up from his seated position from the bed, Jacque's forelegs wrapped up underneath his arms and was surprisingly managing to hold the human back. Whirlwind slowly stumbled to his feet, shaking his head and blinking one eye and then another to get the stars out from his vision. The human was shouting vitriol which was matched by the unicorn's Prench nonsense.