"You may not be picky, but I am. Very picky, actually." He tilted his head as he watched her struggle, just watching her reaction. She wasn't showing her feelings outwardly by screaming or begging to be let go, but he could see the twitches. The way her fingers moved. Crane didn't take pleasure in seeing her restrained or trapped - that would come later. Once he got to see if his drugs would work, and how they would work on her.
"You seem calm compared to when I found you... That must mean that you are at least somewhat feeling better, right?" She may not be able to see his smirk, but it was audible in his voice. He didn't point out that he had found her last night, or even for how long he had been watching her, because he wanted to keep her guessing. How long have you been here, little one? How long were you watched over? His own hands were covered in gloves to not leave any trace of who he really was - not that those kind of investigations existed anymore, as far as he knew - and he brushed her hair away from her face. "Don't you know that you should never walk around the projects on your own?"
Without waiting for an answer, he walked over to the cart where the syringes and vials of his toxins were located. "That was either very brave of you, or very stupid. Have you decided which category that was?"