Not at all amused, Michael tucks his weapon back into the shoulder holster under his jacket - pausing a moment before stripping it off to hang up. "Pleasure." He responds, sounding just the slightest bit cold. "If you'll excuse me, I've had a hell of a day..."

He doesn't finish his thought, but starts unbuttoning a blue shirt that had clearly seen better days - smudges of filth and gun shot reside staining the front of the shirt and patches of his khaki trousers. "What's your story, then?"