[Well, that didn't go as expected. If he was dealing with an Inmate, Arthur would keep fighting, relentlessly, until he was able to escape to somewhere safer and more out in the open. If it was a projection, he'd attack with the intent to kill. But it's another warden, and one who's not going to go down easily. After he's shoved, Arthur regains his bearings quickly and turns to keep things face-to-face with the man. He's tense, suspicious, but for now, he's standing down.]

Why were you following me. [His voice is flat and without inflection. It's more of an accusation and less of a question.]