Getting into trouble most likely
Rhys looked down at the stick that he was carrying that had a lightning bolt sticker on one end of it. Just walking along the sidewalks and really just walking around and mumbling to himself. Swinging it a bit and being more frustrated with the situation. This was dumb. Stupid. He wanted to know who, what, where, and why. The why was the most important part out of all the questions but he still wanted to know. But a part of him felt like he was not going to get any satisfaction any time soon to the entirety of whatever is going on right now.
“This is ridiculous. I have a company to run. It’s brand new. I earned that title fair and square from that holographic jackass. And I’m so close to getting somewhere good. I’ve got property on the Edens. People are interested. This is what I get for trying to take a nap. This has to be a sick joke. Maybe something to do with the vault. Ugh, I don’t have the time to be stuck here! Someone is going to take Atlas from me and I will not have it!”
Rhys was certainly one to act first and ask questions later at most times and now was one of those times. In his tiny fit of frustration, the cybernetic man gripped the stick he had in hand, threw it, but it didn’t get far. He heard a firm ‘thwap’ against a person and listened to it clatter to the sidewalk. The brunet looked down where the stick landed and then back up to who he accidentally hit. He was not meaning for it to actually hit something.
“... Uuuuh... sorry about that. Didn’t mean it.”