Heather's frown deepened as Scotty pulled out the Serious Voice. That was usually reserved for red alerts and engineering near-disasters, which told her just how irritated he was getting. Not good.
Of course, she was hardly faring better. Heather slipped to the console beside his and pressed a few buttons to lock out the screen he was abusing-- as Lt. Cmdr. Mulhall added in her own two cents.
"Aye, ye need t'go now," she tagged on at the end, arms folded across her chest. Maybe now that she'd taken away his toy, he'd actually do as they said. (Not that there wasn't plenty more to keep his interest...)