Radar squeaks out a hysterical giggle, so brief it almost sounds like another yelp. He cranes one arm behind himself to try and pat the spot where the razors were, and... yup, he's gonna have to sew those holes up later, huh. After his hands stop shaking.

"Yes ma'am," he says, because honestly, is he going to say no to somebody with knives for fingers? "Uh... what's your name?"