OOC: TPA, Major, you look like you are open for interaction. If I may take the liberty?IC:
The officer's slightly ceremonial greeting was rudely interrupted by the very familiar and rather sharpish sound of breaking glass. Both officers, sharp of senses and mind, reacted and quite quickly noticed it's source: A broken bottle containing a rather... unsavory liquid, thrown out by a not-so-well-groomed matoran running outside. Considering the way he spoke and the way he reacted, moved, and otherwise lived about, he seemed to be very angry at something. He also seemed to be slightly intoxicated, as, although he was rather infuriated, he did not walk in a very straight line. Oddly enough, his eyes were peered towards the ground at all times, causing him to notice the officers quite lately.
"I..." Hua stumbled, not really knowing what the correct response in this situation would be... It's not like he had ever been drunk before! "Apologize?" he said, looking up, quizically, looking quite amazed at the small chain of events, as if he hardly believed his own behaviour.