After spluttering and shaking his head wildly, Wrath shoots the woman a glare and straight-up growls, a low buzzing sound in his throat that carries on even as she completely ignores him and boredly hands Walter a generic, photocopied map of the building and a ballpoint pen.

"Here. Keep the runt out of trouble if you keep hanging around him, will you? I'm not paid enough to play babysitter to a Poochyena that someone taught to wear clothes."

It sounds harsh, but... well, Wrath is still growling.