The deputy issued a command for one officer to call the Animal Shelter and the other to search to house. They took off. Besides that the deputy had stepped back to let Silas do the job. The deputy and Silas often had fueds based on their tatics and training. Silas was the nice one, the considerate one wheras Deputy Sanders gave up on nice 20 years ago.

"Haha, funny," His voice shown that he wasn't very amused. He tapped her feet out so they were a shoulder length wide and then took one of his hands to pat her down, looking for a weapon just in case. Criminals didn't travel too far without one.

"Consider this arrest your opportunity for a better life," He muttered, low enough for her to hear. This was his speciality, solving the very thing that made criminals criminals and giving them a second chance at life. He switched to the other side patting it down too. She was clear, like she had. Which was interesting. Most criminals carried a gun or knife or even fork.

"She's clear, Officer Dew and I will take her back to the station for more questioning," He sought approval from the deputy.

"Good, I'll wait for doggy jail to get here for her mutt," The deputy gave a nod and did the exact opposite than what the criminal-well Rylee wanted. He muzzled the dog and leashed him.

Silas began guiding her toward the cop car that had been hidden out of sight,"It must be fate by whatever god you believe in for us to catch you because you forgot to check for cameras in the house you stole a meal from."

Silas wasn't incharge of the deputy or his actions. He knew that anything he said would cause a fight between the two so his focus was one the human criminal, not the dog that was forced to follow the owner blindlessly.

He was a bit surprised at her sudden anger. It had been unexpected just a tad bit. He didn't think it would be fueled by just hanging out in a holding cell. Most of his arrests never did serve any life in jail unless if it was murder or a serious crime. Tedious crimes like stealing didn't end up in jail but rather his own probation program. He was a good cop that believed in the good of others. It was hard to express good if those people were treated like slaves. So he created a program to make sure they did serve their punishment for their crimes but yet were able to get back on their feet and live normal lives. Clearly, Rylee hadn't been familiar with his ways of doing his jobs.

"Okay, princ-Rylee. Settle down, ma'am," He sighed, not truly listening to her anger. She was definitely pissed off about something. None of it being his business. He did hear the last part and he couldn't help but smirk.

"No thank you, I'm not into that sort of thing," They had approached the cop car and he opened up the door, waiting for her to slide into the car. He put his hand on her shoulder to assist her if she needed it.

Silas waited for Rylee to get settled. He did feel bad for her. After all, she didn't have a mother to go to when this was all said and done, she didn't have a home by the looks of it either, and now she didn't have her dog. He could sympathize all he wanted, even though he knew what he was doing now was for the greater good. She probably needed help and now she was going to get that help that she needed.

He slid into the back seat with her, wanting to keep an eye on her. She already escaped from one arrest attempt, he didn't need another. Plus, he knew the handcuffs weren't that tight. Riding in the back with criminals was something he often did. It's how he related to them more. He had even spent 7 days in the holding jail cell too. It was part of training but still.

He noticed that woman was starting to tear up beside him. Maybe she was starting to realize what was going on. Maybe her defense was gone too. Since he arrested her, there had most definitely been a string of emotions. He couldn't help but briefly rest his hand on her thigh before shying it away and watching as the officer got into the vehicle and they were on their way to the station.

"Hey, it's going to be alright princess," He nudged her with his thigh. He would ensure that she got fair treatment. That was part of his job.

He couldn't help but let his mind wonder to the reasons of how she ended up in this situation in the first place. She mentioned not having a mom earlier which could factor into a stream of events but he couldn't be sure. These questions were based asked in the interrogation room, not the back of a police car.

"Woah," He put his hands up in surrender, surprised once again by her attitude. He was just trying to help her but if she didn't want his help, that was fine. It still didn't distract from the current situation or that she had been tearing up in the cop car. He was just there to try to offer support. Of course, he had never broken the law before but he knew that time spent in the backseat of this cop car with your hands handcuffed wasn't a pleasant experience.

He dropped his hands to his lap and stretched out just a little, knees to the passenger back of the seat. It had been awhile since he made his own arrest or that he had been riding back here with a criminal. He kept on seeing the driving officer peer back here to make sure everything was okay. Probably picking up on their chatter and Rylee's distress.

He waited a few minutes after she spoke for some the anger to die down. He didn't know why exactly she was so angry with him, it wasn't his fault that she broke the law or that her dog got muzzled. The deputy was the deputy and he was just a well-known and highly appreciated officer. There was a social status difference between the two. It meant that the deputy could question his decisions but he would be damned if the roles were reversed.

"My name's Rowan," He said after giving her a poper hot minute to calm down. Probably more like several minutes. He offered his hand out for her to shake and a small smile. It was his second attempt to offer friendliness toward her,"But I really go by Silas."

He didn't mind her hostility really. He was just trying to reach out and prepare himself for when he questioned her. He wanted to look for signs of lies or agitation. Agitation was all he was seeing right now and hearing.

He realized his mistake a tad bit too late and returned his hand to his lap, looking away in a tad bit of embarrassment. It was force of habit. Normally these introductions would be given in the interrogation room which would be their next stop. He liked to interrogate them right away before they got too comfy in the holding cell or before they had a chance to process what was happening. It gave their statements an emotional edge which helped win cases in court, believe it or not.

He listened to her statement next. She seemed to be relaxing and working through her emotions which was a good sign. The ride to the police station was known for that. It would definitely be easy to question her with her feeling more open to them. It's just right now, it wasn't a good place. An illegal place even,"There will be time for questions later."

He didn't think all criminals were liars. Well first of all name calling never solved anything. He believed everyone was capable of lies given the right circumstances. It didn't make them any more of a liar than the next guy. What was more fascinating is why they would lie. That's the best part to interrogations, the truth always came out there.

"If you want to tell me more about yourself, I'm always open to small talk," Small talk, that was something that wasn't illegal and that they could do. That was the difference between asking questions and talking. Talking allowed more information on the criminal without demanding things that were focused toward police business,"Some people say I'm a really good listener."