"What?!" Lee shoots up like a rocket, or as close as they can wrapped in his dark tendrils. "Where is Kevin, is he okay? What is going on in the District? Michael, we have to get down there. They can't do this! It is not illegal to be a mutant!" Their outburst trails into loud protestations in Hebrew; English keeps slipping their mind. The name Sinclair comes up, but it's bookended by angry Hebrew.
Anger is so foreign on them, but he's seen them angry before. This is the exact kind of thing that causes it. They're trying to wiggle out of his grip like an irritated cat, as if they're about to go march down there themself. In this condition.