Simone stands and leads the way out of the conference room. "We've had to move him out of the regular cells. We're keeping him in a locked room on the top floor. Not much more than a closet, really, but he seemed to improve slightly once we got him away from where they were attacked."
She leads the way up a couple flights of stairs and down a few narrow hallways, deftly negotiating the hustle & bustle of a busy beaureaucratic workplace. Eventually you find yourself in another conference room, this one occupied by a pair of armed guards sitting at a table. A door is on the opposite wall. Simone dismisses the guards and approaches the door. "I'm not sure what you think you can get from this, but I hope whatever it is proves helpful."
She unlocks the door and pulls it open. Inside is a poor excuse for a man, barely recognizable as one of the hoodlums who attacked you yesterday. No longer wearing his studded leather armor, he sits on the floor, arms wrapped around his knees, rocking back and forth. His eyes, wide and unfocused, stare out at nothing. He doesn't seem to notice you.
