What if he did do worse, huh? What then? [He's ... angry. Thinking about that makes him mad. No, she deserves worse! She fuckin--]

I can do it. 'Course I know how. Lemme do it.

[He goes back to the shelves, quicker this time and pouting like a petulant child, before returning to her side with an armful of useful stuff.]

I got you, Chiquita, you just sit tight. Lemme handle it.