Just a bit loud. Oops? Worf visibly tried to reign in his temper, jaw working and grinding teeth. The works. He was been getting better at it, too. It wasn't really anyone's fault the machine wasn't working.

Right?

Didn't make much difference other than the fact it wasn't working. Finally, he gives Jack a bit of a sharp look. "I can manage." Probably. Without breaking it? That was the question.

A grimace and he looked away again, taking another visible step back. "Any suggestion would likely speed the process up."