Ian kept his eyes on the letter in front of him for a moment longer after he heard the click and thud of the door being opened and shut again. He turned in his seat, the best he could with being chained in one position anyway, and followed the new detective with his eyes. His polite smile returned to him again as she sat across from him and began talking.<br/><br/>She was pretty enough. Young; younger than Detective Sandin anyway. Her pants suit was crisp and pristine, making her look even further professional and capable than he was sure she already was. "It'd be a shame if some of that was taken away, don't you think? It could happen, you know, if you decide to keep dicking us around. I'm sure some of your fellow inmates would love to get to know you on more 'personal' level. With your nice blond hair and blue eyes..," she trailed off.<br/><br/>Ian considered this a moment before giving a relenting shrug. "I'm sure you have every ability to discuss my standings with the warden, make it so my television and internet privileges are revoked, make it so I have a bad encounter with someone from a cartel who hasn't seen a woman in a<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>long time. Don't do that to the poor cartel member." He paused, grinned, leaned over just as she reached for the recorder and whispered to her, his voice iced over for the first time since he'd been sitting in this room. "I can kill a man in prison just as easily as I can kill him outside."<br/><br/>With that, he reclined in his seat and let the detective flip on the recorder. There was that bright red light again, letting him know to stop talking. It seemed funny, to Ian at least, that they were equipped with such a loud light. If it wasn't there, the detectives would have likely gotten him to say something incriminating for the record by now. There were probably some legality concerns there, but then again there were probably some legality concerns in threatening a not-yet-guilty inmate with the potential of rape, but who was a killer to discuss<span style="font-style: italic">legality?</span><br/><br/>"Let's try this again...Have you ever seen this letter before today?"<br/><br/>Ian didn't to say he flatly ignored her question, but he wasn't going to answer that for the sake of it being on the record. "I don't believe we've met before," he pointed out after a fashion, as he had a tendency to do during recorded sessions. His right hand jerked up quickly as he had tried to extend it for a handshake, as if he momentarily forgot that his wrists were horribly chaffed from his bindings even though he should have been acutely aware. He supposed the sloppiness of the letter was already rubbing off on his activities. He laughed at his own lapse of memory and let his hand fall limp again against the arm rest. "Well, I suppose I can't shake your hand given the circumstances, but I'm Ian Baird. And what would your name be, detective?"<span style="font-style: italic">... because I'd like to know who's threatening me.</span><br/><br/>He inclined his head toward the recorder and looked at her. He wanted her to pick up just as easily as Detective Sandin did that if she didn't turn it off, introductions of courtesy were the only thing that she was going to get from him.