"Yeah, I can tell. Decent complexion. No fresh track marks. Pupils look normal." Hank's giving him a scrutinizing once over, from the motion of his hands to the sudden buck in his posture. The unpleasant shift at the subject matter.

"You have to remember something. If not about what happened? Up to the murder, after the murder. You've got a powerful guy upstairs telling us that whatever this is? You were the gun, not the finger on the trigger. Now I could get into all sorts of bullshit metaphors about smoking guns or fingerprinting or whatever... but I want you to focus.

"Even if it's sounds, colors, people you saw beforehand. Go over everything with me to the moment you lost track, and what happened after."

He readies his pad, about to scrawl some notes, knowing on the other side of the mirror Ben is at it even more diligently. Two different accounts to make sure no detail is missed.