Locked up in an interrogation room so some sick pervert could... What? She had been down in the subbasement. And Ginta had sat in on enough interrogations to know how they usually went. But Tsume and Kuromaru were here, not drugged to the gills in the hospital, and not imprisoned. False charges, Tsume had said, so they'd managed to figure out she was innocent before the interrogation went too far.

Ginta backed up a step, but reached out and put his hand on Tsume's arm. "You know what I think? I think any guy named Boton is obviously gonna be trouble. Probably got a bug up his butt over having a girl's name."

She was so tense she was almost shaking, overdrawn on adrenaline. ... some pervert... Ginta pursed his lips. "What you need now," he told her slowly, "is a drink. Something good. I have shouchu in my fridge, or we could go out."

He glanced towards the door. If Ryouma was coming... well, maybe this would be awkward. Or not. He had no idea, really.