(With the apology as warning, the Sniper has enough time to turn so the trophy goes into his shoulder instead. It still hurts, of course, but better a giant bruise there than a concussion.)

(His expression and tone still the same polite detachment it was before:) Now that we've got that out 'f th' way, woi don't you sit down for some brekkie? I've only got decaf in th' 'ouse, but if you'd loike I can pour you some.