Stuff. You had stuff to do. Things to do. Way to find the vaguest word in the damn dictionary and throw it out at me. Quit insulting my intelligence. [After a moment, he holds him out and unceremoniously drops him to the ground, uncaring if it ends up getting Hiro a little bruised or scraped.]

And you never ask, but if you missed the memo, people want you dead. You're a moving target and you're being a damn idiot about it.