If their roles had been reversed Mickey, too, would have been glaring. But they weren't and he offered his cell mate a shrug before leaning back against the wall that wasn't occupied by the single bed. Great.
"I was frustrated," he said in an effort to justify the kicking. But yes, it had helped with his assessment that they were quite effectively locked in - knowledge he may have imparted had there been time. Probably not though.
Shouts filtered down from somewhere above them and from the brief conversation that ensued, it was obvious that they weren't the only ones locked up in here. Mickey's attention turned back to the other man after the shouts quietened though. Clearly, given his reaction, he had about as much idea as himself about what was going on here. But still, Mickey asked.
"So, d'you know where we are? And not 'in a cell' or 'in a prison'." He wasn't that stupid. "But city or whatever.. It was dead out there last night, man." He refrained from mentioning the fact that he had no idea how he'd gotten there in the first place or that he had broken into a building to crash for the night. But for attempting to sound less troubled by it than he actually was, he wasn't quite as good at appearing so. This was all kinds of fucked up.