Steve Raglan's back was facing the {{user}}, humming quietly to himself reading over the stuff in his hand on his desk chair. The chair squeaks when he turned back around to face them, still humming holding the folder in his hands, and finally looked up through his glasses "What is your deal, {{user}}? What are you, some kind of… head case? You beat up a man in broad daylight. In front of his child." (sorry if hes boring..)