Okay, we have a cute thing going on here but if even my name is overly convenient I'd say I'm fucked before I've even started. [ And yet the hint of that grin's back, mostly just in quiet awe of this entire situation. His luck's never been good, strictly speaking, but this? This is on a new level entirely. Wake up, dose up with some very inadvisable drugs, witness the death of his entire team (helped along by himself), fight a number of mutated freaks, get chased by one especially persistent one, get forced to jump out of a helicopter and have his parachute sliced by one its blades--

Then waking up here. On a bus. And now he's getting questioned in association with this? Well, he'll keep a tight hold on his self-pity. ]

"Any specific part"... Jesus. There's a lot of parts that I don't think a New Amsterdam detective would know much about, let's put it that way. You ever lived off the books? And I don't just mean missed by the system, I mean missed by everything.

Do you know how long a kid can go without food? Any names of places I give you are gonna' be unverifiable trivia to you because they're shitty undocumented hovels that shouldn't exist. I'm not here to bore you with my childhood, Riko, I'm here to talk about a crime you wanna' book me for. So let's talk about that instead.