Ishaan glanced from Cecilia to Simms, then shook his head as he considered the latter, not all that worried about the nurse's words. "I know you were tryin' for you brownies all look alike, but as a cop you should be way better at racial profiling." He clicked his tongue in disappointment as he headed back toward the building, walking backwards.
"I'll get the sheet first, but that guy's been in a cell for a while, right? Probably couldn't hurt to let him have a little fresh air." He tried to sound sympathetic as he shrugged, then turned so he could open his door, calling over his shoulder. "Toss his ass in the pool and leash him to the ladder on the deep end. He can chill out with all his new little friends, then decide if he'd rather run his damn mouth or drown."