He knew what she was going to say before she even bothered to answer. He remembered when he first mentioned her mom and how she reacted there. That gave a hint that there was something going on, something she wasn't speaking of. And then when she said her family could rot in hell.

"True"

Sounded about right. He was glad this question didn't ask her clarify her answer on what group that was mentioned. That would have probably hit a nerve which was something he wasn't interested in doing. The only time he focused on psychological nerves was to stop a criminal and it was used as last resort. He didn't like messing with psychological issues. Probably because he had his own he'd rather not discuss. That's why he stopped persuing his psychological degree. He didn't want to be a hypocrite.

"You have been sexually assaulted and/or physically or mentally abused, even if it was self inflicted," Next question, new target area. These questions were supposed to get more mentally invasive. That was their nature. First test a lie vs a true statement, then jump into serious questions. The more personal they got, the more of a chance that the criminal had in lashing out so he was always prepared at this point to use his taser or call the gaurds. He wasn't here to fight, just ask questions.

He did keep her gaze focused on her face, trying to detech any emotion from these questions. It was part of the exam but also because he was trying to look for signs that the criminal might turn on him or attack him. It was just second nature.

Nothing happened. Absolutely nothing. Even Rylee's voice was calm. He didn't know if this behavior was practiced or not but it did make him assume that she was hiding something. It wasn't his place to pry though. So instead he gave a nod toward her answer.

"You have found enjoyment or experience joy to take the emotional pain you feel or have felt out on illegal drugs or alcohol?"

Maybe it helped that she was a minor criminal and not the ones he was used to giving the psychological evaluation to. He had given it to a lot of murderous criminals that did answer yes to the second question. He had some scary moments. Thinking about some of them made him rub his neck, thinking about the time a criminal had him in a choke hold and wouldn't let go. That wasn't the disturbing part. The most disturbing was that the ciminal had been laughing about it. But Kylee wasn't one of those criminals, by the sound of it. That is, if her answers were genuine. It was hard to tell.

He only had two questions left but yet he still couldn't figure out what exactly it was that made Rylee truly tick. He knew that she was angry when Sanders muzzled her dog or when he mentioned mother but here, in this room, she was completely calm. It annoyed him ever so slightly but he didn't let it show. He had answers to some of these questions that the court would consider a mental health plea. He just needed to get through the rest of these.

"You have trouble knowing how to react toward the public or when you are in confined, uncontrollable situations?"

Overall Rylee had been a good criminal to take on during his day off. As far as he could say, she had been answering the questions truthfully or at least her part of the truth. She hadn't made any effort to escape or attack him. Everything was going surprisingly well.

"You often view yourself as a work of the devil, a monster, or anything involving evil?"

He hated this question. It was the one he could never find relevance to the psychological evaluation. It was always weird to say as he didn't believe in evil. People were just people. Rylee was no different than him and he was no different than any other person out there. It was labeling that caused the issue. Good and evil were made up to judge and categorize individuals.

But he still had to ask. It was part of the job. After this, it would mean that Rylee could have a break from him so he could do some research on her. Of course, he liked to keep an eye on the new criminals, or at least psychologically. Some reacted real bad to being locked up, even in a holding cell. She probably wouldn't be in that cell long, he doubted the court would waste much time sending her to him for help. She probably needed it, even if she was in denial.

Silas did not share the amusement that Rylee did toward his last question. But at least, he go an emotion out of her. She seemed shocked and not expecting that answer. But she was the only criminal that would laugh during this. He wanted to switch off the recording but couldn't. Not until he got an answer.

So he sighed and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over each other. He was most definitely not amused. These were serious questions, and many criminals did. He could only think of one thing to where this was useful. Only one thing.

"Please, answer the question," His voice gave away his annoyance, not that the recording would pick that up. Rylee's laughter would be cutting out pretty much any response he wanted to give. Eventually the criminal settled down and answered. It was false, which was predictable by her laugher. He sat up and switched off the recording. He stood up and grabbed the handcuffs. He held out his hand for her to give him her wrist, one eyebrow raised with suspicion. She best not try anything now.

"Persecuratory delusions and borderline personality disorder," He told her now that the recording was off. The cameras didn't have audio. And besides, it wouldn't hurt her to know where the last came from. It was relevant to that, he just wished it was less supernaturalistic and more realistic. But it was the question he had to ask. He cleared his throat and added,"That's what the question was looking for."

Of course, he wouldn't share with her what other characteristics the court would be looking for. He knew they wouldn't appreciate her laughter and she would probably be questioned for that. It was hard telling what they ruled but it looked very promising that she wouldn't be sent to prison at all.

He raised an eyebrow at her snarky tone, tempted to switch the recorder back on so he could go back to the neutral tone of her voice. He thought she was done being that way toward him but obviously not. He hadn't met anyone this persistant to hate him but not attack him in a long time. He couldn't help but smile and shake his head a little. Rylee was interesting, that's for sure.

"You really don't like me do you? The more you hate me, the less thrilling your experience will be. I'm not the one trying to make you rot in prison, I'm not the one that took your dog away, and I'm not the one that abandoned you," His voice was low and serious. She didn't need to take her frustrations out on him.

He guided her to the door, one arm gently but firmly on her arm. He unlocked the door and the gaurds eyed them both. They seemed to be searching for something. Probably signs of physical attack. He moved past them and started to lead her to the photo booth. The funnest part there was about being arrested if you weren't into psychology like he was.

"In the next room, I'm going to have to strip to your undergarments and take your weight and body measurements. Female officer, Nancy Hill, will be present in the room. After that, you get to put your clothes back on and have your red carpet moment with the camera," He tried to add humor but his voice was too genuine and serious to cause a real joke. Seriousness was his thing, when he was wearing the badge. He just wanted Rylee situated and comfortable or at least as comfortable as she could be.