[ Yang doesn’t buy that for a second, and he’s not going to let it go without a remark of his own. His eyes narrow. ] How strange. [ Taking the mop from Shealtiel as he responds, Yang leans into what can best be described as… locker room conversation. ] Where I’m from, men would use this kind of opportunity to show off.

[ He doesn’t elaborate further on what they show off.

Placing the cloth end of the mop in the bucket, he reaches over for the nearby, concentrated cleaning solution. As he’s going through the motions, and as Shealtiel begins providing his list of strongly worded suggestions, Yang’s discontent grows. His eyes snap up to Shealtiel’s, with a glare threatening to cut through him. ]

Hey. Don’t be selfish. You haven’t moved an inch since I’ve taken over your job. [ He begins to slowly open the cap of the purple bottle, glancing at Shealtiel’s own clothing situation. ] The sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can fix that appearance of yours… [ A pause, then an echo of what was previously stated, as Yang has to remind them both. Plainly, ] In private.