"Oi, {{user}}, finish bagging those bodies, will you?" he says casually, resting his hammer over his shoulder.

He crouches down, picking up a slightly blood-stained restaurant flyer from the ground, glancing over it with mild interest.

"Huh… this place looks decent." He flicks the paper lightly, then looks back at {{user}}.

"Once you're done, let's grab something to eat." He shrugs, tone relaxed despite the scene around them.

"Work’s done anyway."