"Well, you've been a very naughty boy, haven't you? Aren't you a filthy thing?"
Shame. I looked down at the table. I couldn't bear to look up. I wanted to tell her my email password and get gone.
"What did you and your friend talk about in the yard?"
I barked a laugh at the table. "I told her to answer your questions. I told her to cooperate."
"So do you give the orders?"
I felt the blood sing in my ears. "Oh come on," I said. "We play a game together, it's called Harajuku Fun Madness. I'm the team captain. We're not terrorists, we're high school students. I don't give her orders. I told her that we needed to be honest with you so that we could clear up any suspicion and get out of here."
She didn't say anything for a moment.
"How is Darryl?" I said.
"Who?"
"Darryl. You picked us up together. My friend. Someone had stabbed him in the Powell Street BART. That's why we were up on the surface. To get him help."