It's a weary sort of anger, of the variety that realizes it's impotent and serves no purpose, and so it fizzles when Kit glances up and spots Konoe. The recognition on his face is fairly instantaneous, and he frowns, taking in the sight of the kid in his sodden clothes. He puts out his cigarette and pushes himself away from the wall.

"Putting up with their garbage," he says, gesturing after the Sentry so it's clear who holds his ire. "Nothing out of the ordinary there." He squints, tilting his head some. "You okay?"