Normally Jamie is a very tactile person, as Kaylee is well aware. And normally he would be happy - more than happy - to let Kaylee comfort him, but right now it just feels stifling. Much like the blanket, which is entirely too warm now that the chills have passed again. He irritably twitches, and steps away, dropping the blanket so it falls in a heap on the floor.

"Aye. Maybe I should lie down," he admits, but he still doesn't feel like he can. In fact, as Kaylee is putting the parts away, he starts pacing restlessly around the room. While he's doing so, he spots those interlocked parts that he had been throwing about earlier, and he glares at the piece.

"So that's where ye got to, then. I'll turn ye into into slag, ye..." A long list of colorful terminology - in Gaelic - comes out of his mouth, then. While the words might not be being picked up by Stacy's translators, the extremely annoyed tone is pretty obvious - as is the fact that Jamie's grabbed up the part and is heading for where the welding torches are kept with a very determined look in his eye.