Almost as if a switch has flipped in his brain, James's anxious moroseness becomes loud agitation. He suddenly leans forward, glares at Togusa, and begins waving his hand accusatively at Togusa, but then at the empty space on his left side. Contrary to the quiet tone he'd been taking, he is now raising his voice.

"Oh yeah? What the hell kind of 'explanation' could you possibly help with? How could you possibly explain to anyone a decent reason for why I'm suddenly an amputee and how my arm is fully healed in one day?"

By the time he's done, he's yelling.