"Nah, I'm good." Daniel sipped his tea, washing down a bite of omelet that suddenly felt stuck in his throat. He had long known the phrase "asshole cop" was redundant, but to be confronted with one now seemed particularly galling given their circumstances. To be trapped in this place was bad enough. To be trapped there with a violent sex offender with an authoritarian streak added a whole new level of fuckery to the mix. He frowned down at a slashed bit of ham, spearing it on the tines of his fork.
"I'd be happy to watch the motherfucker whenever the time comes. Are we allowed to poke through the bars at him?" His smirk was deep and sharp; the gleam in his eye was unpleasant to say the least. "Or any chance security's got a spare Taser or cattle prod lying around? Baseball bat? Just speaking theoretically here, but it seems like a good idea to have some proper equipment for a job like that, is all." He cast an eye around the room. "If not, I guess I'll find something to make do."