Miller is going around just as half-cocked, though thankfully, his clothes are still on. He'd forgotten his hat in his room though, so his silhouette might not be immediately recognizable as he stalks down the hall with his Rhino out and pressed to his thigh like he's some sort of fucking secret agent as he shifts down the corridor, eyes bugged wide. His finger's on the trigger as he raises it towards the 'bogey' aka naked Kovacs.

"Jesus Christ, you piece of shit. What are you doing." He should probably put the gun down, but he... doesn't :')