Well, that question was uncomfortable. Archer decided to skirt the fact that he had been caught outside a candy store, because frankly, they hadn't arrested him for robbing it - they had no proof. "I was out late," he said, starting out on a street with his hands in his pockets. "And I was approached by three officers." He shrugged. "I don't think there is a curfew in Chicago. Is there?" He tilted his head to the side as they rounded a corner. "Either way, they beat me," he said, gesturing to the scrapes on his face. "And then arrested me. I suppose I didn't help the situation with my outrage, but...it was wrong."
He huffed, irritated at the memory. "I believe I saw your arrest the night we arrived. You were at the front of the house, is that correct?"