My kingdom for a crown, is it?
[ tap, tap, tap, goes the audio, a faint clack of noise in the background, like someone is absently tapping one finger against the communicator to a tune only he knows. ]For all it's worth.
[ mukuro brings his free hand to the rowan crown, stately upon his head, and comments in a tone of polite bemusement (for he is disheveled, bloodstained, and decidedly off-balance.) ] To think, that I must have taken a wrong turn on my way to hell. There's just no rest for the wicked.
[ though it's better off in some strange half-world than dead, right? ] But, no matter. If some good Samaritan would be so kind as to grace me with directions towards the nearest exit, it'd be much appreciated.