Maybe? I mean, I don't even-- [ Motioning again, he suddenly holds a rounded glass in his hand. Turning, he spots the blur of the someone or something that put it there, but in his haste to reach out for them-- ] Hey, wait! [ He knocks the glass into one of the others, which dominoes into another, and the chain reaction splashes the melted remnants in the last two all over the surface of the table... and them. ]
[ Sighing, and staring down at his red-blotted white shirt. ] Great.