Outside the interrogation room.
Anthony stood with his arms crossed, waiting for Dean.
"Agent Anthony, you look a bit tired. Need a cup of coffee?" Dean greeted enthusiastically, showing no awkwardness from just having beaten up Anthony's men.
"The coffee here isn't good." Anthony lowered his hands and pointed to the LCD screen outside the interrogation room. "It looks like you're recovering well from your injuries."
On the LCD screen, a replay showed Dean taking down two blockheads. With one punch and one kick, his actions were clean and sharp, perfectly exhibiting his strength and speed.
Since when was there an LCD surveillance monitor here?
Dean, unfazed, changed the subject. "Harry said you've been using the interrogation room since last night, and it's still not over. Seems like the interrogation isn't going smoothly?"
