"You are wrong for coming here with any sense of entitlement," she said coldly. "Strutting in here with your shiny jacket, putting your feet on the table, assaulting a Marine. You showed no respect. Therefore, we have no respect for you." One shot from the revolver, and Hitoru's skull, which may have been broken before, was now definitively beyond repair.
"Get someone to clean this up," she said to Boleslav, who nodded.