It's less of a question and more of an immediate concern. Out of extreme rage (that was a very nice voice recorder!) you throw a clumsy punch at your guide's throat. He, with reflexes greater than yours, leans slightly to the side, letting your fury arc through the air beside his shoulder and your mass follow suit, tumbling your entire weight past him on a beeline to the floor. You even land in the pile of plastic debris for an extra ouchie. Maybe you shouldn't have windmilled your fist in the air for a full minute while muttering, "Why I oughta..."