"They know that you can handle me," he said quietly back. He stepped away from her bedside and paced down to the window, where he peered out at the city through the blinds. "I don't think the detective knows the details--if anyone does, it's the three you worked with to detain me in the first place." He twisted his wrists, the cuffs jangling a bit. "What a terrifying power--to be able to control the water in my body, in my very blood. I have to say, that's a pretty dark power for a hero to have. I'd focus on the water aspect, too. Much more marketable." He managed to keep his tone from being too mocking as he spoke. He'd read up on her after her name had been scrubbed from the system. He knew about her endorsement deal with some bottled water company. It only made sense; water heroes selling water. It made him wonder why Todoroki hadn't invested in charcoal adverts.<br/><br/>He turned slowly back to face her. "This won't last forever," he said quietly, his tone more serious. "I'm sure they'll make up a decent cover story for why you're off the grid. And nobody is going to hear a word about your darker talents--that'd undermine all kinds of perceptions. No, I see you wrapped up in this for a couple of weeks, maybe three. Not much more than that." A bitter smile split his face. "Not until the trial of Makino Kioshi, a-k-a the notorious Rasputin, can be resolved. Once I'm convicted and they find a good, quiet, secret cell to dump me into, you'll get your life back."<br/><br/>He looked down at his hands and twisted them in the cuffs a little, examining the red marks beginning to form around his wrists. "As for why I picked you... well. Call me sentimental, but you saved me from Smoke Bomb. She got the upper hand on me after I disabled her quirk, and if you hadn't intervened I'd be dead." He looked up at her and offered another somewhat sad smile. "I bet you're wishing you hadn't intervened right about now."