Nah. Brannon wouldn't likely send anyone back to La Quinta... though, the beds were pretty comfy, there. As long as she didn't kill anyone or steal some other person's shit, or vandalize something important, why bother? Narrowing his eyes upon hearing her words, he slowly nodded, "oooh... It's all clearing up for me, now. A Hellhound, huh?" He scoffed, "Was it a pretty one with long blonde hair and big puppy dog eyes? looks a little bit like a baby Thor?" The Dog King.
And honestly.. When a little prick like Olinger said something was on someone's 'criminal record', did it really mean anything, these days? true, the department was organized.. they wrote things down.. but who was around to even look at criminal records and give a shit, these days? Everyone had done things they weren't proud of. That was what came with a fucking apocalypse.
"Absolutely. We won't forget you for a while," he assured her, playfully, more than anything. "If you're important enough to have paperwork filled out on your behalf, consider yourself a La Quinta celebrity." He was teasing, really. He gave her a nod, "Demi. Sure," he offered her a polite smile and shook her hand when she took his.
"uuuh..." he blinked, taken a bit aback by her mentioning his buttons. "Yeeeah. Yes." he nodded, letting his hand eventually slip from hers to be brought up to point to her matter-of-factly, "It's O'Brien.. and it's really fucking hot out there, the the A/C in here is pretty crumby, if you ask me." She was a funny one, Demi. And maybe he did casually--sort of-- bring both hands back to work at buttoning up at least one of the buttons. or two. You know.
He shook his head, "I dunno. I wish I did. But I do my thing, and then it's out of my hands. I'm just waiting on some more evidence. Or the ability to test more evidence." He shrugged, "wish there was more that i could do.. but.. I mean, sometimes...." He gave a bit of a look around before looking back toward her as he lowered his voice, "we get our hands tied, and there's nothing we can do. We just have to wait."
He arched a brow and reached up to rub at his scruffy jaw, his eyes still focused on her, "alriiiight.. if you say so. There had to be some reason. But," he shrugged again, "guess it's none of my business, really. You're out. It's out of my hands. See?" He mimed having his hands tied before dropping both arms back at his sides with a smile.