These people are their extra rations of height, it's just rude is what it is but no one accused humans of having good manners about them most of the time, a mutter under his breath when he encounters something solid enough that doesn't let him just keep going the way he'd like to. The way he's used to doing.

The thing speaks. Double-rations makes him tip his head back and it's doing that when he's this close that is almost his undoing, arms flailing as he keeps himself upright with his face screwed up like a bulldog jus swallowed a wasp. "Whassit to you 'eh? Not allowed to be walking?"

You wanna go mate? Think you can handle all this? Good boot to the chest and he's an upturned tortoise making disgruntled badger noises is what he is but with a lot of extra teeth so mind the pockets.

"'M Avvar." Yeah. Yeah he can sell her that line. He has totally got this.