He chuckled as she pulled his arms back brusquely, snapping the cuffs on him," What, no foreplay?" He mumbled in a low voice to himself as she pulled him to his feet, grunting a bit as he felt his shoulder crack a little. An injury there had left it feeling a little stiff over the years, but he tried not to complain overmuch. The pulling back of his arm as roughly as she had had flared the old injury up again, waking him wince as she bent him over the car. He moved, he got a kneecap if he was lucky, a mushrooming round in the stomach if he wasn't. Despite his light temperament, he was fully aware of the shitstorm that he was currently in, and he didn't mean the snow that was gonna be covering the city in an hour or two. They would catch his fingerprints, he was gonna be turned over to the FBI, he would be tried for a bookful of crimes, ranging from impersonating a federal officer to torture and murder. The death penalty would be a very distinct possibility.

She was searching him, and, oddly enough, he didn't make any dirty jokes as she pulled out his gun, shotgun and knife, the reality of his situation sinking in a bit. He tilted his head back, though, at her sarcastic comment about Hendrix," Hey," He growled, have joking, half not," Respect the classics."

He had the right to remain silent. He had the right to an attorney. He wondered if there was a lawyer alive that would want to represent him. There were a few lawyers among the ranks of the hunters, but he wouldn't call on them. Anyone that was associated with him now would be under very careful scrutiny, and he didn't want to drag down any more hunters with him. He was going to be killed or imprisoned until he died anyways for helping humanity against monsters, the ingrates, but he wouldn't complain. He had his own reasons for being a Hunter, and saving people wasn't one of them. Granted, when he could save one or two from their grasps, it was a bigger win, but he had come to terms with the fact that he couldn't save them all a long time ago.

He nodded as she finished quoting him his Miranda rights," Yes, I am capable of understanding my rights," He grumbled, seeing as more police cars arrived," We had better get back to the station before the lot of us freeze to death."