Tillman was a model prisoner and had been for his entire stay. He only fought when provoked and he listened to instructions issued by the guards without ever hassling them. Despite this, they cuffed his hands behind his back before sending him in to the interrogation room. The table and chairs were bolted to the floor, but prisoners tended to be a resourceful lot when it came to violence and he was no exception.

Tillman crossed the room in his drab gray jumpsuit and took the seat across from Dr. Crane without being invited. He adjusted his position so that he could watch the doctor and see the door in his peripherals. His expression was detached, cold, impassive. The entire set-up, sitting across from another human being in a boxed in room with an unknown number of eyes watching, it made his skin crawl. He was almost grateful for the handcuffs. They severely reduced the chance of Castle forcing him to murder the man that sat before him to reset his sentence or something similar.