A guy with a sword. Great. 24 stopped hopping around to hold his hands up in the international gesture of dude, settle down. "Watch where you're pointing that thing!" The voice in his watch didn't mention roommates, but he had invaded enough lairs and laboratories as a henchman to know what it looked like when someone was defending a place that belonged to him.

"I'm trying to break my ankle by falling over furniture." He might have understood that this guy felt like his home was being invaded, but that didn't mean he was going to completely forgive him for being an angry dick about it. He shook his leg out, bent it at the knee and straightened it a couple of times. "This bruise is going to be awful. Technicolor."