"Of all the questions I've got, asking if that stereotype was true didn't come to mind." He pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes shutting, taking a moment to try and make some kind of sense of the situation. If he laid out everything he had just learned and the questions he still had on the worktable at the task force headquarters, it would have been the sign that it was going to be a long, stressful case. He opened his eyes when she started laughing. Was he really that amusing? "That's good. So instead of hopping off, it can go scamper under the shelves in the back room."
There was something about being told that it had been random selection instead of a specific reason that made the most sense so far. Or as much sense as any of this made. "Jedi? As in Star Wars?" he interrupted, holding up a hand. A troubled look appeared as she mentioned the child. He could question why he was there but a child didn't have a place or deserve to be there. "So I'm going to take it there's no one to complain to about the lack of permission asked before I was brought to Kansas," he stated, falling back on sarcasm. "The guy from the FBI, that would be Seeley Booth?" Once again, fictional.
"That area of my resume is lacking." He turned the amulet over in his hands, studying it. This was supposed to keep a "demon" at bay. Loosening his tie, he put the amulet on and tucked it under the collar of his shirt. It couldn't hurt to roll with it at the moment. "So this complex. What's the going rate for staying there? Is there some kind of trade off for people who don't have money to start with?"