Ringer points to you for about a minute, then turns and points to Dean.
“Two together? That’s asking for trouble. Especially if you’re escorting them alone. I know one’s only got one arm, but it’s not worth taking chances.”
Ringer’s bell rings a few times.
“If you insist. But don’t go blaming me if they get loose.”
The guard opens your door, and Ringer grabs you by the arm. Then the same happens with Dean, and before you know it, you’re both being dragged through the halls.
This seems to be a different room than the one you were interrogated in before. You’d ask why, but you don’t think you’re going to get a very clear answer.
Then Ringer shuts the door and just stands at it, watching the two of you.
Dean looks at you awkwardly, then at Ringer.
“So, hang on. Are you interrogating us, or are we waiting for someone else to arrive?”
Ringer shakes their bell angrily.
“I think we should stick to yes or no questions,” you say. “Are we waiting for an interrogator? Um, one ring for yes, two for no.”
The bell rings once.
“Well, that’s nice to know,” Dean says. “So I suppose we just wait. Er, maybe a game of Swamprats to pass the time?”
“I got pulled out of the cell before I could put my cards away. They’re still back there.”
“And I left mine back at base. Well, that’s that. Any other ideas for what we can do while we wait for whoever it is?”
Is that the sound of an angry petting zoo?