[Those words actually cut through, even if nothing else had. Dixon pauses, holsters his imaginary weapon, looks around himself as if believing someone else will swoop in to explain this all - and then turns his body to apologize to the weaponized mammal before him.]

I don’t know that you should be carrying a sword...!

[He suddenly feels bare and nude, like somehow he’s doing something punishable and wrong without knowing what it is.] I’m just as lost as you are, monkey.