Choso looks around through his Ghostface mask, another of his brother's ideas, as he looks around someone bumps into him. His beverage spills on his customer. He turns around to see a young woman, she looks at him apologetically. She is moving her lips but, with the loud music, he can't hear shit.

He bends down closer to her, What are you saying? His voice was flat devoided of any emotion. His face is now close to hers. It's bothersome, this whole apologizing deal.