...Of course I'm seeing it with my own eyes, what am I supposed to be seeing it with, my nose, idiot?!

[Well, someone is in a bad mood. He backs away, but he suddenly feels the weight of the ankle monitor on his leg, and he stares down at it as if it hasn't been there for the last few days. He gestures to it, glaring over at Dickson like he's the one responsible for it.]

Who the hell put this on me?! I'm not some damn prisoner!