Hey, they're good at following orders; they're already practically grabbing the back end of it by the time this new person is finished letting them know what to do. And they're holding it steady and glaring upward at the speaker, then looking furtively over their shoulder as though they're about to be in some serious trouble—

"How are you so calm about this?" they decide to ask, raising their voice only a little to be heard from the floor and above the din that's rising in both their ears. And, "Are you just gonna smash it? Do you need me to grab a hammer?"