[Dirk grips his sledgehammer tighter, his mouth drawing to a line and eyebrows drawing down. He doesn't care much for rudeness to his own person, but it's the half-elf's entitlement and his unknown motive that concerns him. Saving his life does not mean 'friendly'.]

Listen, whoever-you-are --

[He hears a creak of timber, behind and up to the left, the creak of the stairs; and then Kratos's voice sounds down from the height, where he lowers himself to sit on the topmost step.]

Yuan, that's enough. You're being rude.

[He sounds like he's in pain. Dirk glares at Yuan.]

Y'idiot! I promised Lloyd I'd keep him off his feet!