[This time he gives no reaction at all, just a slow blink and a quiet inhale. If Roland wants a rise out of him, he's going to have to try harder than that.

And he's half expecting the man to, but when he relents and apologises, Martin visibly relaxes, just a little, and while his smile is a bit tight still, it's genuinely relieved.]

It's-- no problem, really, just. [He takes another small breath, centering himself as he lifts to aim at the tree again.] If there's something wrong, you'll probably feel better talking about it, maybe...? Instead of just...

[He narrows his eyes slightly, before he pulls the trigger, and in the distance bark explodes as the bullet hits a thick branch. His lips press, but he doesn't comment.]

Getting mad?