If you have some to spare, I'll be happy to take it. Afraid my job's got me more cynical than anything else.

[ being a detective in a world like his would do that to a guy. Bigby isn't the type of person to be trapped somewhere, if only because it was more akin to locking an animal in a cage. either the captured hurts itself when lashing out or it's able to damage something else in retribution.

apparently "something else" is a bunch of pool sticks. :'( ]

And what if I told you I knew who did it? Would you want to give he or she a few choice words? Take out a few of your pent up frustrations on them instead?