"Good evening, I'm Constable Taylor, we spoke on the phone," Sydney said, laying her paperwork down on her standing desk and stepping out from behind it. "Kaden's having a bit of a cool off by himself in our social worker's office," she nodded her head sideways, to a row of offices along the far wall. Most of them were empty at this time of night, but a couple had lights on, and Kaden was visible sitting sideways on the couch in one, knees up toward his chest. "He seemed very distressed that we were going to lock him up in a cell, but- after an initial struggle," (she said this word very carefully, the corner of her mouth wryly turning up toward her bruised eye) "he has calmed down. He won't tell us a single thing about himself, though, the only way we knew his name and to call you was through the Lash's. Are you his legal guardian? Can I take down your ID?"