With his Mac no longer become a slip-n-slide of doom, Snape manages to wobble to his feet. It's not steady--his head is killing him and his legs and chest are aching from impact by couchodile head... which is romping around over there in the corner, still.

But he manages to get to his feet, fold his arms across his chest, and assume the position best known as 'defiant teenage brat'. He ought to know, he used to strike it all the time, and he bemoaned it daily to Albus in reference to Harry Potter.

But, silenced, he doesn't even try and speak; nor does he drop his wand or put it away. Not while Sirius is there, in his now-wrecked apartment.