"I don't fucking know, take the vehicle and drive it home?"

Okay. Okay. Let's switch to managerial mode, where we steer idiots around into doing things that are useful. Volk puts down his eyelashes - they didn't give him any eyeliner, so the full effect isn't really there, but from where he is near the floor, the body language should still look cowed and malleable. He lets the impatient lines in his shoulders and jaw soften. Acting school, fuck it, right?

"What did they bring you in? I've been trying to figure it out. I just woke up here, like I was drugged."

A gleam of metal catches his gaze - there, bingo. He makes the motion of picking them up look resigned and slow.