"Well, hello," A dry tone came after you crashed into someone; the voice sounding masculine. Muscles much bigger than your own and a plastron chest that obviously belonged to a turtle mutant or yokaī; considerably bigger than you, both in height and in form. A few purple rectangles and squares adorned his upper arms, as well as multiple scars.

Everyone had scars in the apocalypse, though.

"Enjoying the scenery?" His sarcasm came in heavy, yet so did his smug demeanor.