[Jaime wrinkles his nose down at Armin, disgusted.]

I really wish you'd stop saying crap like that in my friend's body.

[He grips onto the back of the chair, tips Armin back, and begins to drag it along the floor (that's going to scratch, he thinks), back to the middle of the room before pushing it upright again, none too gently.

He grabs his communicator, and sends off a couple of texts and says,] And because you're my friend, I'm gonna make sure you're taken care of. [He smiles at Armin, but it's a grim, mirthless expression.] You're not going to starve to death while you're here.