Zell was content to keep his mouth shut when the new arrival started an interrogation of his own. And why wouldn't he? This man was huge. And not just tall like Arthur... Jesus, he was jacked! Dude looked like a bodybuilder who ate steroids for breakfast. Even the guards knew to shut the hell up. James, however, wasn't afraid to press the police chief with questions of his own. Whatever answers were provided to the Asian man, Zell would speak up in reply to James. This was because when James was talking, he kinda wavered mid-sentence, which made Zell have a sudden and rare apipheny.
"You were 'doing something else' huh?" he echoed James own words back to him. "Doing something dangerous maybe? Had an accident? Got yourself killed?"
The swordsman remembered the first words of MacKensie. At the time, he didn't know he'd died himself, but now - with that in mind - MacKensie wavered mid-sentence the exact same way James did.
"You know what I'm talking about, right?" he directed to the French woman. "That plane you said you were on... was that cap... or was there some kind of accident you left out." It was all just a hunch, but Zell went all in. "Me? I got hit by a bus. Very. Very. Painful. I died and woke up here. I'm willing to bet we all did."
It sounded pretty ridiculous. He hadn't taken the time to think it through. He said it anyway. Classic Marsel Brooks.
"How about you two?" he said, looking left and right at the American and European who he still had his arms around. "What happened? Didn't get your names, bee-tee-double-you. I'm Zell. Nice to meet ya."
A one-sided grin appeared on his face. Classic Marsel Brooks.