The old man stared morbidly at the anthropomorphic feline-wolf hybrid. His eyes then drifted over to the dented wall, then back to the white tiger that was carrying the hybrid. "Yes, you will be paying for that. And I'm sorry, but we don't clean uhh..." He was clearly unfamiliar with the furred inhabitants of the Dojo, confusion set within his face. Clearly he was attempting to refrain from the word "pet". "Customers," he decided on, "we're not really a public shower. Unless your friend wants to be steamed to death, I don't believe it would be advisable to clean him here."