He's only a little offended that Kell agrees, without even one speck of incredulity, that it sounds like just the sort of disaster Wilhelm would be found at the epicenter of. He can't really blame him. Kell has experienced some of his other not-so-finest moments firsthand. He shrugs.

"This other guy was pissing me off." He appeals to Kell with a gesture. "You know what it's like to be recognized everywhere you go. It's annoying. People don't treat you like a person, they treat you like..."

Tilting his head from shoulder to shoulder, he searches for the right words.

"Like you're a, a publicly owned good or something. This guy kept getting in my space, putting his hands on me, acting like he knew me and all of that, so I lost it."