"Agh, damn."
Seb growls in frustration as he scoops up the fallen kettle and slams it back onto the stove, it's battered shape deforming a bit more. He...may have neglected to mention that he assigned the big lummox to road watch duty, quietly hoping that he'd forget about the whole mission and wander on back to base. He probably should have remembered when he caught a faint whiff of his scent while on the roof earlier. That man does not bathe often, if at all.
No time for that now. He needed to get this done. He refills the kettle and cranks up the heat, firmly holding it in place by the handle and bracing himself against the ceiling with his free hand. Catching Amy's whine, he comments, clearly irritated.
"If the movie's so boring, you might consider actually doing something productive. You've a sewing kit and a camera, don't you? Put two-and-two together and figure it out."