That seems to do the trick. The worst of the hecklers back off and move on, casting dirty glances over their shoulders as they retreat. The more patient guests stick around, hoping to be first in line whenever the ride is finally fixed and running again.

"Woah," Peridot mutters, watching the worst of them as the disappear back into the crowd. She sits back up and picks her tools up again, clearing her throat. "I could've handled them too, you know. It's just that my priority right now is really getting this ride fixed," she declares.