She didn't do small talk which that was okay. He honestly didn't care too much over if they talked on the way there or not. But of course that would mean the trip would feel like it would take forever. But that was simply alright. He wanted to do what would best make Rylee feel comfortable. If that was shutting up then so be it.

He had noticed that the officer had taken his sweet time back. Probably to give the others proper warning and to get everything set up. The car rolled into the parking lot, by the entrance. He looked out to see that there were security gaurds present with this one. Definitely no funny business was going to be pulled.

"Now, madame, we do things a little differently around here than most stations. For now, just consider me as the good cop that doesn't want you to spend any more time than you want to spend in here," He paused before opening the door,"And try not to piss off the bad one." He stepped out and went to the other side of the police car to help Rylee out.

"You haven't commited any crimes like murder or sexual assault so I figure we won't have to make the holding cell your home for very long," He waited for her to get out on her own but was ready to help her if it was proven that he needed to.

Silas grabbed her arm to help her out the rest of the way and then shut the door. He kept his hand on her arm professionally to guide her in the right direction she needed to go. He noticed like any other criminal, she was eyeing everything. P

Probably looking for escape routes. This place wasn't the one to be focused on escaping. This was all temporary until court. Court would get to decide if she got to stay in his program or serve time in person. He briefly went over her rights as they went toward the interrogation room.

It actually wasn't a big metal box with handcuffs to the table. In fact, it was more of an office style place. Like a therapist would have. Only there were no couches, just a work desk and two chairs. One of the security gaurds had followed them to the spot but stood outside, knowing the routine. Interrogations were only between him and the crinimal. He locked the door once she was inside. The door locked from the outside and inside with a key. He tucked that key away and then took another, freeing her from her handcuffs.

"Sit, Miss Rylee," He gestered toward the chairs and took a seat on the other end of the desk. Already he had a notepad and a recorder out with a pin. There were also security cameras in the room for safety purposes,"Please make yourself at home."

He moved the notepad and pen so she couldn't see what he would write down. He liked to make notes about each interrogation and review them later. He noticed that she looked a little annoyed first time seeing the room. Normally criminals were just surprised or amused. He made a note of that annoyance and waited for her to get comfortable.

He liked to do pretend that interrogations were simply a visit to the psychologist. That's kind of what carreer path he wanted to go into before he became a cop. It had been fun, learning all the cognitive development of the brain and how the brain reacts to places that mimick safe places like psychologist offices.

"What is your full name?" Pretty basic question. It was necessary to save time for background checks. Also it put a label to his notes. He paused and grouped another question to that,"And street name?"

Most criminals that were homeless had a street name. Since she had stolen leftovers from some poor neighbor's fridge and tried to rob a mere convienence store, it was probably safe to assume that she was homeless. The criminals that were criminals just for fun, always aimed higher. They typically were caught ambushing cops, mugging others, shootings, and robbing banks. She also didn't seem like the type to make amusement in her criminal acts.

He raised an eyebrow at her name and how she didn't include a middle. He took it without the middle though, some criminals just didn't know their middle name, especially if they had been criminals for long. He figured she had been one for a rather long time with her frail bones and her underweight dog.

He made a note of her alias name. An undercover investigator would ask people on the streets about her history later. Right now, his goal was to find out everything he could about her without overprying. He was pretty damn good at that too.

"Ah yes, Ms. Hunt, do you know why you're here today?"

He knew she had to be an old criminal but one of the officers reported that there was very little information reported on somebody who looked like her which stated she knew how to stay out of the police's radar. Of course, there was wanted posters because of her crimes across multiple cities. But of course, it was a face and no name and that face didn't appear on any police records. Maybe she just hadn't gotten caught before.

"With that question, how many crimes have you committed within the 6 months? Any serious ones that you would like to describe to me?" The questions had a false sense of choice to them. He would need to know the answer to this or at least a rough estimate.

If there wasn't cameras in the room, he would of sure laughed at her joke. But the cameras were there and there was a recording of this conversation so he didn't dare share his amusement at her response of being a stupid criminal. In fact, his facial expressions didn't change not one bit.

He did get a real answer from her and he gave a nod, making a few notes about her being homeless and using humor to cope. That was about it. Her facial expressions were pretty neutral. It was hard to get an accurate reading of those emotions.

"And how long have you been stealing to meet your needs? How long have you been on the streets?" He needed to ask this to get her into his program. He wanted to help her like he did any other criminal. Especially, since it seemed like her crimes were rather mild. It wouldn't be too hard, speaking that she was young and without a true criminal record.

He was basically looking for anything he could use to help her avoid prison. So far it was looking rather promising. Of course, he didn't think that she was aware of this. After all, most criminals that moved place to place wasn't familiar with their police station and the way he had developed something unique to this police unit alone.