Morning~
Coulson ground his teeth together, crying out with stuttered groans which he tried to suppress, not helped by the fact he used the resulting crack of his bone to press further, wrapping his finger tips around a small container in his ankle holster and gripping it for all his was worth.
He hit the table with another groaned. He was really getting sick of being thrown around, and he carefully turned the small thing concealed in his hand as he struggled against the snake to conceal his movements.
Either this would get him away long enough to get an upgrade on his weapon situation or else...well it would piss the god off enough to make it quick.
"So will this-" he managed, trying his best to aim for Loki's face, head turned away and eyes closed as he let off his vial of pepper spray."