“I didn't make a career out of bein’ a captive.” Joe couldn't help but bark out, almost offended at the statement. He took another step back though, the angry mob clearly against him in that moment.
“I didn't attack anyone,” he stated, looking at the other man who decided to comment. “I grabbed her, yeah, but, its not like I was runnin’ round punchin’ people. It was a defensive hold.” his voice was raised in aggravation, but he didnt approach any of them.
He shut his eyes and tried to think of something. He remembered being at the hospital, seeing the people with PTSD. You could get away with a lot of shit that way. He forced his hands to shake slightly, before he brought them to his face, pressing the butt of his hands against his eyes and taking a loud, exaggerated breath trying to seem pathetic.