It was amusing that so many things were hard to come by nowadays, and there seemed to be an excess of cleaning supplies.
A Brillo pad and some Simple Green. That would definitely work better than soap and water.
As Toby got on his tip toes, he grabbed the bottle, but turned his head when the door opened. Regan, huh? He nodded, in lieu of a wave while both of his hands were busy. He chuckled in response to the question and nodded his head. "Yeah, something like that. I've been spending the past couple of days cleaning the spray paint off my wall, so I figured it was finally time to bring out the heavy chemicals," he joked.
If he was honest with himself, though, he really didn't feel like joking, though. Sliding his free hand over his hair, he shrugged. "The paint is really getting to the girls. Especially Emma." Since they knew for a fact that her mother was dead. "It figures this idiot managed to find the only kind of spray paint that can handle a soapy water scrub-down," he chuckled a little bit.
He grabbed the Brillo pads and stuffed some into his jacket pocket. "What about you?" he asked with a shrug. "What brings you to our merry room of storage?"