No hesitation, in goes one eyeball and then in goes the other once he can see well enough to take it, picking his detached arm off the floor too. He is now free to resuming glaring at the real troublemaker in the room, snapping his arm into place and... not leaving.

"You've got some serious issues, bolsito." Understatement of the century. You put on a wig if you're ashamed of being bald, not a paper bag. "Hands off me from now on, okay?"