[ Yuya should look in the mirror and ask himself if he doesn't look like a punk. But it's still a lot, especially unprovoked, so Kano's quick to separate the two of them, knowing how volatile his mother can be when she's tired and cranky and this version of her sounds like her coming home from the 10th overnight shift in a row. ]

Yeah, mmm... Do you have a bucket of some sort I can borrow? I don't think I have one, and I'd like to have something to carry back water! [ He watches the hollow out of the corner of his eye, unable to read its expression behind the mask it wears, but it's a load off his shoulders when it disappears into the room and closes the door behind it. ]

...Come on, let's go find a bucket.