Even in his youth, Mako is large enough to be at eye level with a piece of graffiti that someone probably had to work their arms out pretty hard to put as high up on the wall as it is.

Land of the Dead, the plugs in his ears offer him a quick and dirty translation. Pretty edgy, but that's the draw. He'd be a hypocrite to roll his eyes at something like that, with his heavy combat boots and black cut-off covered in patches for bands that sound even edgier than what's painted up there.

He knows what he likes.

The black bandana and Ray-Bans aren't a part of his usual wardrobe, though. And Mako reaches for the latter as he squints through them at the muted (to him) colors, thinking taking them off for like two seconds to get a proper look at the artwork couldn't possibly hurt anything. Jamie certainly isn't around to tell him otherwise.

After a quick conspiratory glance to the side, he lifts his shades.

...Nice.