Alright, everything is now going to shit. She frowns towards Methos as he goes and snaps out once he pulls back. "Hey! Can you try not to fuck yourself up here, come on--"

But of course, there's also more pressing matters, such as the everything. Methos seems capable of trying to turn off the ovens, and so instead she's going to handle the guy literally three inches from her. She crouches down and presses a hand against Bryn's shoulder, trying to pull him back to face her. "Hey. Talk to me, man. What the fuck is going on here?"