She might have been wrong?? was that a growl? O'Brien growled. Through his teeth. More at the situation than than anything. Mostly at Marty. Maybe a little at Taisce trying to stop him from throwing out the nuisance.
"He's not innocent. And what are you suggesting? That he needs a fucking fan? Higgins can melt for all I care." He yanked back on Marty's collar some, "you hear that, asshole? Get heatstroke, vomit, and choke on it."
And what? Taisce's words stopped him dead in his tracks. Do what? Cut Higgins slack? For her? She'd said 'for me'. Brows furrowed, and he turned his frown in her direction. Had she lost her mind?
Taking a deep breath through his nose, and exhaling with a huff, o'Brien bit at his lip some before slowly nodding. Alright. Okay. She was really taking up for fucking Higgins. Fantastic...
It made him pretty fucking angry. Still nodding, he looked to Marty and then back to Taisce as he gave the other man a good shove, letting him go.
"Don't..." He glared back over toward Marty, "fuck up again. Do you understand? No one will be around to convince me otherwise, when you do."
A quick look back toward Taisce. He wasn't sure what she was thinking. Calling him out to take care of Marty's post not being watched-- and then taking up for the bastard. He wasn't happy. O'Brien wasn't happy at all.
Without a word, he turned to start back across the lawn. He needed to go for a walk or something. Cool down, before he murdered someone. Mainly Higgins.