Lee turned the corner to the row of cells Dustin was kept in, tying back his hair into its usual tight ponytail before he made it to Dustin's cell. There was a guard at the end of the hall and he gave the stern-looking woman a sharp nod, and she returned it before Lee turned to face Dustin. "You will follow me now, without a fight. If you resist you will be forcibly restrained and punished accordingly. Do we understand each other?" He made a point to indicate with his eyes the source of his cold, detached manner of speaking. If the guard at the end of the hall knew Lee were softening up in any way to a prisoner---especially a newcomer---she would grow suspicious. Even a slight altercation in his behavior toward prisoners would be noted. Anyone's sudden aversion to their usual way of behaving would be looked into, and Lee didn't need any scrutiny. Not now. He was starting to think, and those thoughts were radical at best. He needed no one---not even Dustin for now---to see them.

He unlocked the cell, bringing Dustin out and grasping him by the bicep as he led the man to one of the interrogation rooms. This one would have an uncomfortable wooden chair, which would settle well with Lee---at least he wouldn't have to cut Dustin again this way.