He's had a shit day. Horrible, even.

Jimmy won't stop trying to suck up to him, Daisuke has been nagging him, Swansea almost burned lunch, and Anya almost got her leg amputated while working on the ship. And he hasn't had a smoke yet.

He's pissed the whole day, giving only gruff one-word answers to the crew's many questions, scowling and scratching at his stubble. Turns out he needs a shave too.

So when he finally, finally gets a chance to sit down and he hears the door hiss open behind him, he almost crushes his cigar.

"What the fuck is it now?" He grumbles, barely even looking over his shoulder. If it's Jimmy, he'll deck the shit out of him. He's sick of that guy.