That face doesn't work on me. You're not helping. You're the least helpful person ever.

[ He's eyeballing that hand, okay, and watching him put it back in the proper spot. Still squinting. Very squinting. The squintiest right now before his shoulders ease up and he leans a bit against the cabinet door, letting out a resounding rattle of metal on metal as he turns a small box of bandages in his hands slowly. ]

I want to actually be good at my job.

[ He frowns a little. ]

And to not get yelled at.

[ The guy with the big cat seems like he might be good at yelling. ]