Rorschach folds his arms and cocks his head. He is not amused. Well, he's never amused by anything, but especially not by young hooligans wandering around his house where they're clearly not supposed to be.

He points in the other direction. "Get back down that hall. Now," He barks out. In another life, Walter Kovacs would have made a good drill instructor. In this life after death, he just does his best by bossing around werewolf puppies.