Adrian Maskin had been brought in. Of course he had, he'd been taken in a few times before, a cover to look through his mansion, look for clues. They wouldn't find any. He hadn't even taken up his old habit of smoking to dull the sounds of machines, he couldn't. Anything they could get on him, they would use. So he knew his mansion was clean, and while he was still feeling the affects of the attempted assassination, he needed to play the part. He had to.

He watched the interrogator walk in, carefully keeping his face calm, although his heart raced. Another former employee. He didn't want this, he couldn't handle this. He would have to be careful.

He just lifted his eyebrows in response. The dark curls of his hair were short, but long enough that he was distinguished with the look. He focused a gray (contact covered) eye on him. Tipping his head, before he asked in Adrian's slightly higher, Bostonian accent.

"Hey."