Arrested and apprehended, and it was only a matter of time before Hazel needed to sort out what to actually do with him. Loudly colored as he was-- too much finery for a thief. Stands out like a jester, like a clown, drawing too much attention in the market to make it out. Still, the fact he'd made it as far as he had? Fuck, farthest anyone has made it in recent memory. Hazel's already foul mood was only darkened by it.
The girl finds him pacing like a caged animal when she finally returns-- good. Still, Hazel pushes a small meal under the bars, keeping her toes well-clear as she does. "You fuck up that den, you're the one who fixes it." Her tone is cool, eyes narrow. Hazel sits on her haunches opposite the barred door, watching him. Waiting. Curious in the low light. "Now tell me-- are you ready to talk?"
