Husket narrows his eyes at you. "You're just high as a kite, then, aren't you?" He then snatches the barrel of the shotgun, pries it out of your hand by slamming a knee into your stomach, and strikes you on the back of your head with the stock, all at lightning speed, dazing you. Husket throws you to the ground as fast as he countered the shotgun and holds both of your arms over your back, planting a knee over the back of your neck to hold you down after he quickly disassembles the shotgun. He leans toward your face. "[b][i]Who the hell are you, and why are you asking where this Brink person is?[/i][/b]" he asks in a harsh whisper.