The expression on Emet-Selch's face falls as he is so visibly quieted. Not in a way that he is genuinely upset, but more 'playfully annoyed' than anything else. "Pardon me! I will not be shooshed! I am speaking at a perfectly reasonable volume!" He says just as loud as before. (Maybe louder).

"Now, if you will excuse me, the deadline for tomorrow is fast approaching. I should make to complete my submission as soon as possible." Emet-Selch stands up as if to leave. It is a poor decision given that his balance seems to list to one side immediately - readily noticeable in the way he stands and begins to lean too far to one side.

He slams a hand against the table in an attempt to prevent the floor from rising to meet him. It makes a loud 'bang' that is heard throughout the bar. Oh, walking was not going well at all.