"Look, kid, it ain't like I'm asking you if you were on the grassy knoll or something. I'm just curious." He shrugged and looked over the small script of paper that had been slapped on the outer wall of your holding cell, though the majority of the information was either blank or someone had scratched a question mark onto the paper with a leaky pen. Regardless, it didn't leave him with much to go off of in terms of well, anything about you. The only thing he could guess was that you looked around as old as Cole was when he had passed so he figured you were in the range of maybe 8-11 but he figured he could have just as easily been completely wrong. He'd come back from a detective case, a simple opens and shut murder which allowed him a lot of time to kill before his shift actually ended. "Y'got anyone trying to pay your bail? Anyone coming to pick you up?" He rubbed the bridge of his nose and replaced the small print out as he stared down at you through weary eyes. "Don't even know why I'm bothering. With my luck, you're a mute and everyone here at the office is laughing at me. That what it is?" It was clear he was being sarcastic but he held a simple blank expression aside from the corner of his mouth twitching to a smirk, seemingly amused by his own idea "Y'some mass murderer? Am I standing in the greatness of a feral killer? Christ, with a face like that I would assume you couldn't hurt a fly." His sarcasm endured by his deadpan fell away to a simpler smile to himself as he chuckled. Though he noticed the slightly out of it look you seemed to possess at the moment "I'm trying to help you here kid. I just want to know what you did."