He's heard that tone before. Normally when he overhears Jim talking to his crew. The people he's been organizing these past weeks. Felix isn't used to heard it directed at him.

He swallows down the twinge of alarm, the reflexive thought that that's not fair, Jim can't be angry with him, he's only doing his best to help. It's an uneasy moment before he mumbles, "Frost atronach. An... elemental. I was communing with it."