Corwin walked into the room, looking back and forth, quickly closing the door before presenting a casual grin to the young man, "So... ah, how are you feeling? We found you pretty shaken back in downtown...looks like you took a lot of straining back there." he muttered, placing the metal box onto the table beside Jessie. 

It should feel familiar since it was confiscated, but he didn't even know if he could sense corrupted essence yet. 

"... Do you remember much, you know, before you blacked out?" Corwin added, sliding a chair from the corner of the room. He was about to sit down when he saw the restraints at his hands, stopping half-motion, glancing quickly at Jessie. They were magic enforced, and while he himself didn't order them, his partner was much more cautious. And by cautious, of course he meant downright cynical.

He suddenly reaches out to Jessie with a hand, "I'm not supposed to do this... but..."