“So how did you get here?”
There was a dry cough before the rasping reply, “what, where, where am I?”
Drick watched as they struggled to sit upright, hacking up dry lungfulls of air and squinting through teary eyes. “You need to slow down or those restraints are going to cut into you. Try blinking, your eyes will be dry and itchy from the spray.”
“Well that’s a query with a fiscal tag.” Drick snorted mirthlessly.
“What?” spitting to one side with eyes still streaming.
“Million dollar question. You want to be careful with spitting if you’re caught they will gag or bag you.”
Drick watched as they took a few minutes to stop coughing and for their eyes to clear enough to sit up properly. They looked at Drick. Not too bad looking even with the puffy eyes and busted lip. Nose could be a little shorter, hair less of a tangled mess, that might not be from the method of detainment.
“Where am I?” Calmer and more controlled, almost a civil tone of voice.
“Prisoner transport vehicle.” Drick smiled with no detectable warmth yet not cruel. “Looks like they tagged you as K14792.”
“How did I get here?”
“Well now, that’s where we started,” Drick gave another little laugh, “that’s the question I asked you.”