It's Cougar, the accented voice assures, and Tim knows, logically speaking, that Cougar's one of the good ones. Or, at the very least, one of the ones he feels more comfortable around, even if comfortable is fairly subjective for Tim, and it might only be because of their similar military background.

That's hard to remember when he's being pinned to the wall, though, feeling trapped and attacked and suffocated. He doesn't calm like Cougar directs, but struggles briefly instead, trying to use sheer strength to twist himself out of the other man's grasp. If he weren't otherwise impaired, it might even work. But that's not the case, so he goes for a different tactic.

"Two," he corrects, his speech a little more mumbled than it should be, and he brings his head back just to attempt to slam it forward into Cougar's nose.