Maruki levels him a careful look, eyes drawn together as he finds himself growing more taut with those words.

He moves onward, running his fingers across the switches mounted on the wall to illuminate the place a little. "No, I am-" he stops, his apology frozen on his lips as he curls his fist tightly. This is not how he should be dealing with this situation. He needs to get his shit together!

"Again," he starts as he moves past him and gestures ahead at the small dining table. "That was a normal reaction. A world where people have to carry guns to keep themselves safe," he shakes his head and moves onward- grabbing a glass tumbler and turning on the faucet. "...that’s a nightmare I won't wish for anyone."