[Lupin watches the display, his confusion evident on his face. Where were the handcuffs? Where was the thunderous declaration of his repeated arrest? He caught the tossed pack of cigarettes--and held them. He had no pockets.]

It must be pretty screwy if you're not arresting me, Pops.

[Those hands were unable to keep still for any longer. He tapped out a cigarette, acting on old habits rather than on conscious thought. He couldn't help but frown a little as he considered Zenigata's words.]

And I dunno if I should thank you or not. What is this place? What do you mean I'm 'not going anywhere?'

[He paused, holding that cigarette between his lips.]

Pops. Does this have anything to do with the fact that I haven't heard a car all day?

[He didn't ask the obvious. There was no point.]