[He puts his hand to the bridge of his nose, loosely pinching it. He's not angry. He doesn't like being told how he feels by anyone, but this isn't the time to get pissy. It's just the time to get a migraine, apparently.]

That may be what you feel you have to do. Doesn't mean everyone else has to follow suit. If you're so certain of this, won't matter if anyone else joins you. [His hand drops, head shaking. Minor obscene language is easily excused. Everything else, not so much.] We're done here.

[And, abruptly, he turns off the feed. He's got nightmare birds to look after.]