If the man hadn't already gotten on my nerves by coming in my quarters, then he had definitely just ticked me off. "A musician," he said, trying to make small talk, as if it wasn't awkward enough.
It was a pathetic attempt because I really didn't particularly like the man anyways and now that my trombone was involved, things just got serious.
He turned his back to me slightly. My eyes locked down crosshairs right between his shoulders. If he even took one step closer, I was going to kill him.