[ Oh. What was all that fuss about, then? Ah well. If it'll keep trouble at bay. ]

Judging from your appearance and disdain for authority, no.

[ Jumin narrows his eyes at his hand, expecting some gray paint, and is mildly surprised to find none. What kind of makeup is he using? The company's cosmetics line could stand to learn a thing or two from this. He should ask about it later. For now, ghosts. ]

He's perfectly fine, ma'am. Nothing but an attitude to worry about.