[ Whatever remnants of a smile he had are long gone now, his expression back to what it was before. Bigby's ear flicks at the name, picking up on Emporio's disdain easily enough. There's a lot to unpack in only so many sentences. ]

A power-tripping asshole with a title. They love to exist in any world, don't they? [ He was doing so well, keeping his vocabulary clean, but his frown deepens before he completely stops in his tracks. The tablets can wait. ] Prisoners? You were his prisoner? [ You're just a kid, he wants to say, but he can tell his voice is getting louder without him meaning to. Cops, violence, secret rooms—it's slowly unraveling. ]

What did he—? [ He turns away, covering his mouth abruptly. No, he knows better to push with someone so young. ] ... No, sorry. I shouldn't—you don't need to answer. But... [ He can't help himself, try as he might. ] Were you able to get away? Before coming here?