[Oh, he wouldn't be half as annoyed if he was walking out of a bath; he's looking for one and it would seem he has gotten lost.]

[He eyes the supposedly intimidating men close in without much interest, though as always, his own guard is up. He's not interested in fighting or whatever voodoo they're doing, so even though he seems to have Mugen, he's not pulling it out.]

[Instead, he points at the nearest guy with the brush as if it was a magnificent weapon and proof of status, and looks at him seriously.]

Simply give me the directions, and I won't have to use my hairbrush.