The Spirit... is usually called things a good bit harsher than 'dweeb', but he knows who the shout's directed at all the same, and looks to the source - in time for both dice to smack into his forehead. "Tch!" ok first of all,, RUDE,,

He scowls, and responds at the same volume. "WHAT?" The demand is irritated, but he's willing to tentatively assume this is in fact heading somewhere.

He does recognize Zahra... as, 'that one Haunter-Storm whoever',, ...He's distracted though, looking around for what it was that hit him.