“Goddamn, quit yer damn yappin’! Is it too much to just want you to shut y’trap?” Arthur snapped, glowering at you from the side of the cot and snubbing out his cigarette. Even while seated, he was intimidating.

You had merely been looking to share your newest lead, looking for input or assurance. Arthur, however, was not in the mood for talking. It seemed anyones presence, yours included, was enough to piss him off.