"No?"

The Special isn't surprised or pretending to be; it's not a real question. It doesn't get to hang in the air for long either lest it invites some spare defiance. "I don't find that hard to believe." Really. He doesn't. "You're not a threat to anyone. You are, however, surprisingly resourceful. Another time, perhaps you would resist the urge to gift the greenery with your CiD." Littering. That's the real crime here.

Okay that's not fair. The real crime is annoying the Militia while the Militia was not otherwise occupied. Recent tension surrounding certain Candlelighter activities may also have been ill-timed. If there's a take away message here, it's probably there is patience in this world not meant to be tested.

"I do believe you when you say you'd rather not return to that cell," Powell says this while making actual motions towards standing up. He sounds like someone forced to acknowledge a sad and inevitable fact of life. "However, there's little to be done about that."

Powell standing up appears to trigger a reaction. The door opens to admit regular Militia personnel, here, no doubt, to escort Arthur to more familiar rooms.

(He can keep the borrowed clothes this time. He will have his own back soon anyway.)