[Ezio is bloodied but still on his feet when steps into the office, fresh off depositing a now-incapacitated inmate in a Solitary cell. He's keyed up, moving in long, confident strides with no effort to hide his movements. Finding someone in the dim light of this office does nothing to brighten his mood.
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Decidedly firm, just on the cusp of impatient:]
What are you doing in here?