He smirked, guessing their thoughts. Guards and people who acted like them were the same wherever they were. Which meant that they wouldn't be able to justify harming him as long as he didn't give them an excuse to. So he was going to remain obediently non-hostile and as accommodating as a bag of sand that needed to be dragged around. Should they search him, all they would find was a nail file in his right pants pocket and the communicator with an extra-cover against accidental posts.

He shot her an amused look. "So you're saying that his actions got to be justified, even if you have no idea how? 'Something's got to be there to make you guilty'? I applaud your sense of camaraderie."