[He reaches the gun, and considers shooting it once just to make the man jump. Being mocked is a serious offense.]

[Climbing to his feet on determination alone, he stands straight and flicks a finger-gun at Liquid while beginning to twirl the revolver with his other hand, resuming the signature image of Ocelot... although laced with tread marks.]

Nobody around here knows who they're dealing with. I'll-- ughh...

[And then the image is broken. He swoons without warning, losing his balance to fall back down onto his face.]