You meandered over to the tree, attempting to keep a casual approach as you moved to the tied up O'Driscoll. Dutch had told you to get information through whatever means necessary. The sun beat down on his face, his skin peeling, dirt and grit coated his body and his hair was greasy, his wrists rubbed raw from the ropes and his clothes sun bleached. He immediately blanched upon seeing you and began stammering "H-hey, c'mon now. I already said before, I don't know anything! Honest!"