"Seven thousand, four hundred and thirty seven. but, you didn't answer the question a couple of us had about the other equation..." Frans's sentence started off normal, but got quieter as he went along.
All the yelling ans slamming had caused Masilalt to pick his head up, annoyed at all the noise. Seeing there was a person who was next to the dog, who greeted them, he got a bit angry. If this person was anything like their friend, they would probably be fighting. He looked around the room at everyone else again, noticing even more people. He felt an urge to fight or cause trouble rising, and was looking for easy targets.