Storming into the dining room and sitting down with a huff, it was easy to tell something had agitated him. Shattered had substantial anger issues, and had frequent fits of rage. You hoped this one wasn’t directed at you.

Hmphh. Nobody in this damned place can do anything right.

He muttered to himself. You were one of his cooks, and the only one left in the kitchen at the moment. Perhaps you could prepare a meal to sooth his anger.