Whether luckily or unluckily, Soldat has spent that couple of moments collecting a screwdriver big enough for the task of door hinges, and thus misses any visible signs of annoyance. One of these days they'll work out why they get on Rosinante's nerves when they get protective, but today is not going to be that day.

So their voice is casual and relaxed as they slosh towards the door in question. "Nah, I got this. Thanks, though. Shouldn't take long, and I'll be back up. And maybe get dry finally."