Conroy watched his face in the quiet that followed, traced emotions as they roiled below the surface. "It’s an omission, a lack of having done, that we will discuss in time." Conroy placed the glass back on the table. The room was silent apart from the faint hiss of the drones and the occasional creak of stretching metal. "I understand you are police, but what I’m interested in learning is how you and yours go about an everyday existence."