“Yeah.” He said sitting back down. “And where is this place?” He looked around. He had been in prison a few times, and this didn’t seem like that. “What is this place?” Part of him wanted to tense up. To fight. To get out of here. Get back to where he was familiar. Though he fought that urge. Knowing that it would only make things worse. Looking around, he knew there must be rooms worse than this. 
“I know my rights. I want a lawyer.” He was smart enough to know that when it came to these things, it would be best to seek legal counsel. He hadn’t been to court, and wasn’t charged with anything. Not yet. “Why am I here?”