[He clenches his jaw and tries to control his temper at the strike to the ribs, eyes narrowing and everything about him quiet controlled fury, but he doesn't resist being pulled up to sit in the chair. His head is spinning and being upright isn't very pleasant--he sways a little and has to brace his feet a little wider on the ground so as not to tumble off the chair in either direction--but he focuses on the situation at hand and ignores the pain and the feeling of nausea.
He also ignores the question, turning his face to the side as if the walls of the warehouse are far more interesting than Silva, clearly having been in this situation before. There's nothing new about this to him, and while he's not being actively combative at the moment he is being purposefully unhelpful.]
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He also ignores the question, turning his face to the side as if the walls of the warehouse are far more interesting than Silva, clearly having been in this situation before. There's nothing new about this to him, and while he's not being actively combative at the moment he is being purposefully unhelpful.]