[ her expression is equally unimpressed; one ankle calmly crosses over the other. ]

How about you leave it? I know you're stressed; I know you don't want to talk it out. [ she frowns, fiddling with the plastic cover on one of the dye packages. ] But we're all stressed, and we're short on space here in Busan. You don't need to hustle the others out of the common area every time you get anxious.

[ natasha flicks the loosened piece of plastic at him, hitting him square in the chest, hoping to at least distract him if not get him to smile. ]

We set up a punching bag in our shared room for a reason.