He sat in the back of the cruiser, nose bleeding, and more than a little surprised at what had happened. He offered no resistance, and hunched in on himself as he waited, watched, frowned, and planned. He probably still had that stupid satchet of green whatever-it-was in his pocket. He had no idea what it even was. A blood-test would confirm that he wasn't taking anything, and he'd managed to talk himself out of tighter situations. He simply sat and watched and waited. At least this would add something to the story about police procedure...