Remy tightened his jaw and some shook his head, fingers digging a little into his journal. "You ain' lis'enin' t' me. Look a' me!" That part was demanded a little louder, and once he got the Doctor's attention he set the book on the desk, then flattened his palms against the wood and leaned in some. "'Dey gonna take you an' 'dey gonna hur' y' t' hur' me. 'Das why 'dey care. 'Dey know 'bou' us." Of course they did. And they were using it against them-- well, against Remy, anyway.
"'Dey say 'dey gonna take you an' stake y' han's to 'de groun'." He moved a hand then to lift his book and shook it just a little. "T'ink 'das kin'a impor'an'. Don' y' nee' y' han's t' ge' us 'de fuck outta here?" He was angry that the Doctor wasn't taking this as seriously as he was. It was important!