Hans just assumes his aim is really quite good, considering he hit the man at all. However, given that he didn't hit his eye and didn't heroically blind him he imagines he's quite out of luck in that regard. He's starting to imagine the other man had made a peaceful approach, but it seems so unlikely that he doubts it. When he threatens him for an innocent donut lobbing, it only solidifies the fact that he isn't interested in peace of any sort.

Even so, Hans couldn't hope to best him in a fight. He might be capable of defending himself, but he doesn't look as if he'd pack as much of a punch even on a good day. Instead, he'll raise his hands and let the donuts drop back onto the tray like wow he doesn't even care, so chill.

"Fear is a strange motivator, wouldn't you say." He gives him a wary look, but he keeps his hands raised. "Forgive me. The strange noises put me on edge."