"Paranoid thinking typically includes persecutory beliefs, or beliefs of conspiracy concerning a perceived threat towards oneself, Mr. Tillman. Making false accusations and the general distrust of others also frequently accompany paranoia." Because he'd seen him glancing at the door, he'd seen the way his jaw set. The way he immediately looked at the suitcase. Crane may have been missing his glasses but it wasn't hard to pick up on the little things when you were both trained and obsessed.

"Do I intimidate you?" He asked, and the lilt in his voice ended in an upwards pattern as he reached into the suitcase and pulled out a stitched together, burlap sack.

Crane held the mask unlike anything else--as if the fabric was fragile, as if it would crumble with any touch. "I'm not an intimidating individual," he explained. "Not compared to you. If you weren't handcuffed you could probably snap by neck easier than anything. But that would prolong your sentence, Mr. Tillman. And I'm trying to help you out of it."