"WHAT," He got to the bottom of the stairs, and gave a quick glance back toward Taisce, who was trailing his heels like a yappy chihuahua, "What?? What is it?" He frowned when Marty started wriggling away, and he moved to shove Marty further out onto grassy area, "Don't move, Jackass," he growled at Marty through his teeth.
Taking a deep breath, and eventually turned his attention back to Taisce, an did his best to not look angry, "Wait for what?" It was almost awkwardly calm. Especially when she could probably see the frustration written all over his face. The furrowed brow, the angry vein in his forehead, the angry!red tint to his face.
And when Taisce started taking up for the bastard, O'Brien only frowned more, "don't take up for this guy, Taisce. The kicked puppy look is as fake as the poinsettas on your grandmother's Christmas tree. C'mon," he rolled his eyes, and moved to continue on his way, shoving Marty along. "Move, Higgins. Before I break your legs and drag you."