Her fingers bit into the weather-beaten hat.

"F-fine. I..." Buffy pushed her way straight out of the hammock and shook his own hat at him with such fierce, overacted determination. "You! You should...empty your pockets?"

Tense heartbeats. "I mean -- you will be emptying your pockets. Quick...quick-like."

That sounded a little Jackish, didn't it? Demands instead of requests. Statements instead of questions.