"You already had your gun pointed at me! What was I to think! An Overlander already armed and ready is one who's already decided to kill! Your race is not to be trusted back home and not here either, clearly." Digging into his own bullethole'd collarbone doesn't seem to be working, but not for lack of trying. He grunts and switches to a finger instead. That's thinner and more dexterous, right? Just dig on in there.

"I'm sure your leader will somehow make this all my fault."