*takes a full six seconds to process the incredulity (someone threw something at me??), and then the spark of true anger on its heels, before he slams his mental shutters into place and ever-so-slowly turns to gaze down at the half-eaten breakfast burrito lying at his heels, slowly leaking the red sauce that's surely splattered all over the back of his shirt*
*flicks a cool, calm look up at the Peak North employees, most of whom have gone round-eyed and silent* *almost conversationally* Well. That was just... irresponsible.
*turns and approaches the closed gates once more, picking the buttons on his shirt loose with quick, precise motions before shrugging it off entirely* *inspects the back (yep, completely ruined) and bundles the whole thing up in a loose tangle, before holding it through the bars in offering*
*lowly and seriously, meeting each startled set of eyes in turn* Please, take it. I'll give you the shirt off my back if it will convince you that we have only your safety and welfare in mind. I could quote the numbers your own chemists and engineers sent back, and the reasons for their concern, but clearly, words just aren't doing the trick.
*drops the shirt and continues, just as calm, but with a faint edge (don't test me)* Now, there are resources available to assist you while the plant is being renovated. I encourage you to take advantage of them. In the meantime, I strongly suggest that you all re-think your strategy here. Getting yourselves into trouble with the law won't help your families in the short-term, and it definitely won't improve your prospects in the long-term.