[Mukuro's eyes narrow in irritation, and him lips curl in a rare frown.]

It seems he's eluded us once again.

[As one of the squirrels run by his foot, he impales it with his trident, and flicks it irritably off to the side. His smile returns, though there's still an underlying feeling of irritation to it]

It would probably be best that we return indoors. I don't think I'm quite up to a fourth round.