It's getting frustrating, digging for scraps with just one arm. He tells himself that it's to fix that little problem, and the fixing will probably be soon now — but it doesn't make keeping his temper reigned in all that much easier. He'd started their little dig in a good enough mood, but as time passes, so does the mood.

It's his third or fourth time discovering that the hulk of an old vehicle he'd meant to shove over and examine for parts is just a little too heavy for one arm alone, and this time he gives a dissatisfied growl when he rams his shoulder into it. Come on, stupid piece of scrap, just move.