"YOU WHAT!" shrieks Miles, lunging out of his chair again and this time getting all the way to the comconsole, where he claws at the image projected from the vid plate. "Don't you dare touch my wife, you little shit! Put one hand on her and I'll cut it fucking off!" He starts crying hysterically, babbling an incoherent mixture of threats and prayers, swinging wildly between rage and despair.