How disrespectful. How can he just barge into my private space without asking?
The thought moved through the chest's consciousness with the flustered, slightly helpless quality of someone watching a situation deteriorate faster than they can formulate a response to it. Panic was not a state the chest had extensive experience with — it had spent the majority of its existence in conditions that ranged from solitary to desolate, none of which had required rapid emotional processing. This was new territory.
