Oh. Good. Cause I kinda wanted to tear my optic out.

[He doesn't really, but it's just the closest he can kinda get to saying that he sort of wants to shoot everything and can't at the moment. Close enough.]

Okay. Bolts.

[As he trades out tools he repeats the word 'bolts' over and over again until he gets back to work. This is where things become a little awkward to watch, because he has to occasionally reset the prongs hold on the tool and that part of things is clearly irritating to him. Rotating motions are a little interesting to replicate.He makes a set of very irritated clicks every time he can't quite get it, but the longer he works he gets into the rhythm of it. It's not at all fast, but at least he's able to unhook them at a speed that doesn't make him want to die inside. As he's worked his wings have slowly settled forward, and as they officially seem to get in his light he glares at them, sets his shoulder back, and continues. ]

I used to be so much better at this 'patience' thing.

[He says this as if it's a very obvious fact, and then proceeds to go back to work.]