[A twig snaps.] Oh, as if your decision to throw yourself into his service did not hurt anyone! I would ask if you even thought about any other solution first, but I believe I already know the answer.

[At that point he dials his radio down, because he doesn't care to have this conversation in front of everyone.

It isn't much longer before he throws the tent open, quickly location Strange and marching to his bedside. Despite the spike of irritation, he mostly looks worn and tired--although he's putting on his best attempt at authoritative anger.]