"Are you going to calm down, or is this just gonna be another bad night for both of us?" his voice growls with his frustrations. Devis clearly hates dealing with excitable women who are in the middle of a well earned panic attack. His eyes reflect his focus as she meets his gaze, firm and unrelenting, a presence that is almost stifling were it directed at her in anger. "Listen the room is going to get ripe soon, you don't want to smell it, so please take a moment to breath and get your heart rate under control, you don't need to trying to mimic the energizer bunny on meth right now."