He nodded softly to Pell's questions. Eyes cast downwards before looking back into Pells. "I wanted, no, needed to know something about someone, so to better my understanding of them." Hopefully, Pell would accept that, he knew Will, he knew what it was like for him when other people's emotions and motived were concerned.

"In my investigation, I was pushed from a moving train, later I was shot by the same woman... And then there's this." Lightly touching the straight-line of a cut that wept blood slowly across the right-hand side of his forehead. "I really am okay, Pell. Just a little battle damaged."