[ he practically smells the apprehension on her already. Bigby is intuitive enough to realize it's not out of fear of being caught in a lie. she's just worried about an imposing man such as himself popping her personal bubble. he can respect that, but he won't. after realizing how serious he stakes were in this place, he's going to push any buttons he may need to from anyone he needs to in order to get the information he needs. he continues stepping forward, listening to her as she tries to put her foot down. and when she starts talking about feet... ]

I'm not about to sit around and hope someone else gets me out of here. [ i am a sheriff. but he can't read her mind. she'll have to fill in the blanks herself. ] Wouldn't be offering to clean up a dead body otherwise. As much as I would like this to be a vacation for me―

[ ―and a vacation he sorely needed at that, with what he last remembers before waking up here. she narrows her eyes at him and plays the defensive role, and Bigby isn't about to have it. a singular index finger extends itself, pushing itself an inch above her bust and forcing her to step back and towards the shower stall door. the very same one that he had been broken, repaired thanks to Veronica's efforts. ]

You could have spoken to Judy. You could have spoken to Diva. But you didn't. Are you afraid of casting the spotlight on yourself? Are you worried you'll catch the wrong kind of attention?

[ or is she just trying to survive? his eyes squint as he studies her for any hint of fabrication. he may not be able to smell a liar anymore, but he was still able to detect one better than most. ]

Let me know how willing you are to trust someone at this point and then I'll choose to feel bad. Until then, I'm going to need some reassurance.