Jason wrenches his arm so hard out of Dorian's grasp that he's sure he's pulled or snapped something, and when he looks to see who it is his eyes are wild and not-entirely-there. Were this not in the company of so many other people, he might have thrown a fist right then and there. To be so disrespected by one of his own Tributes-!

But instead he breathes deep and shoves the unbroken glass at the Avox, who is actually trembling. "Get out of my sight. I'll talk with Oceana about this later." He runs a hand over his wrist, the red mark from the quick grab and the quicker snatching away.

His tone is equally low, thick enough to drown in, when he talks to Dorian. "We're stepping outside. Now."