Karr was scurrying across the roof with a decent speed and snickering to himself already. Okay, that made up for how slow the night was going, or rather it would have, but there was suddenly a voice right behind him. He spun as he heard the voice, just in time to get a face full of water-filled rubber, which exploded right in his face. He growled loudly, spreading his arms to try and look over the damage to his jacket. His poor jacket. The rest of him really could have used another dip in some water, he was a rather filthy child.
"Grrrrarg! Ya damn bitch!" He snapped out loudly, as crass as ever. His anger and perhaps hearing Rouge's accent drove his own flavor Southern drawl into his voice as he bared his teeth. His palms wiped down the leather before he shrugged the jacket off and tried to shake it out. "'S real leather!" Oh yes, because he had been so completely considerate before, he surely deserved the same treatment. He was all grumbles and growls as he fussed over the garment, soon glaring up at her. "Ya better fuck off 'fore I kick yer ass, girl or not!" He really did think he was big and impressive, God only knew why.