[ The stringent smell of bleach was hard to ignore. Tatsumi looked right at that bucket before looking right up to this--Walter, he had been called. The threat of force alone was almost disproportionate, but this situation.... He shot a sour look back, and the movement of the shadows behind him became much more pronounced. ]

I don't take kindly to threats. Your temper isn't going to do you any good. Perhaps you should come back once you have cleared your head.