He finished up and, before he came back out, washed and dried his hands, and put his coat back on before he came back out.
"All right," he said, side stepping to pick another wall to lean his shoulder again, using it to prop himself up, at enough of an angle to keep his coat falling around him. "What are you supposed to talk to me about, and for who?"
He wasn't even rude, at least not deliberately. He was just really, really, blunt.