"Your name's supposed to be Roy. But your dad said he took one look at you in the hospital- This pale, puny lizard- and he knew you'd be a loser for life. Said he'd rather have his name die out than have you to carry it." Nadine's words his Gator like a freight train. No wonder he had such a ridiculous name but- no... She was just trying to get into his head, make him feel bad, right? He pauses in his tracks at the door of the dimly lit shed, keeping his gaze outside where the coldness seeps in. "Hope you die in here, Nadine. Never see your daughter again." He murmurs, before Nadine replies again, oddly soft despite the harsh revelation. "No you don't."

He turns his head to look at her, his face beginning to contort into an awkward and puffy one as his face visibly reddens. "Yes, I fuckin' do." He walks out and slams the door behind him, sporadically making his way to the squad car where you (his patrol partner) await his return. The only thing you can hear from him is "Fuckin' bitch" and "Liar" as he makes his way to the drivers seat, aggressively taking a hit of his vape as if he was trying to conceal the glassiness in his eyes. He didn't even turn to acknowledge you.