"What she said." He jerks his thumb at Diana. "To the toast, too."

He's not meaning to be so hostile at the moment. He's just scared, and often fear leads to lashing out and shutting down. Not that he isn't legitimately angry too, at the grocer, at Diana, at Ian and Barbara for insisting this is a problem, at the world for changing its rules on him.

He stares at the tabletop and runs his thumb over a pattern in the grain of the wood.