[Damn, this is their boss? or local boss? Dude looks like a corpse. Shinjiro stops for a moment, looking over him as though trying to decide how he feels about him-- from the relaxed, apathetic demeanor, to the casual motions of the gun. Nothing threatening (yet) but with all the potential to.

A curse, and he pulls his arm out of the guy's grip. (Likely, the guy just lets him. There's no way an unarmed, dumbass punk is a threat, after all.)]

What I said. Your shits fucked.

[Meaningful. But still, after a moment of settling his nerves, deciding that he's not about to get killed and thrown in a ditch:]

You might wanna look into your supply. Got sick as fuck and started having some-- [A frown, and he lifts a hand to gesture at his head.] Weird shit happen. Is that supposed to happen? 'Cause I ain't had trouble with anything before now.