The man snarled and cracked his knuckles, before rolling his head left then right into his thickset shoulders. He nodded finally, though, and pointed his piggy eyes at her with a cold and cruel smirk. "Yeh, alrigh'." It turned into a broader grin. "Yeh can wash, but y'ain't kickin' me out." He stepped back and leaned sideways into a wall, his eyes on her keenly. And not on her face, either.<br/><br/>Around him a few others eyes were vaguely opening at the commotion. Some shut again, some couldn't focus, but his were definitely not the -only- eyes on her full chest, or curved hips.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>