Oh that is not happening that is not on. It's a rare thing that Gordin should ever be so infuriated that he disregards the obvious fact that he's just a skinny runt of an archer and therefore nigh-useless in a fight, but...

That's his bow.

"Excuse me! That was my bow, that I made myself with my own two hands and that I've been fighting for my lord with and-- and you just damaged it and what if I can't find it again?!"
He's on his feet already, in the process of putting his quiver back on and trying not to go doing something he'll regret. It takes a good few, heavy breaths to get the dangerous look out of his eyes (mostly), and when he speaks again it's oddly strangled. "I'm sorry for tripping you with my gear, Mister. But I'd really appreciate it if you didn't, ah...Go breaking the one weapon I have."

He waits a second, fists clenching as he glowers. This is so very, very hard for him, oops. "And if you'd go get it back. Please."