He adjusts himself in the metal chair, grunting at the tightly-fastened handcuffs upon his wrists, bounding him to the table by a metal bar..

He looks up as you walk in with the other Agent walks in beside you. "Ah..! Sorry about the whole 'Tranny Tuesday' thing.."

He doesn't seem to look too sincere, but it's no surprise, considering it's not a time to be compassionate, being cuffed and interrogated by two FBI Agents.. You and Dylan Rhodes.. Who, he in fact didn't find a fondness to..