He liked to imagine there was some compassion from the interrogator. Whoever she was, Stephen knew she was not from the local detachment. Too cool, too rigid, too … implacable? Doesn’t really matter he reflected further – he had no answer and now things were escalating.
After the back and forth, after whatever they do when the ruddy green light scans you, he clearly had provided her with no acceptable answers … and since answers were required to establish intent, Stephen knew the weekend – at the very least – was now lost.