"Wherever this station is. I would say somewhere beyond Saturn, away from the long range scouts. I figure we're so far out, that's why the engineers made the sun too strong."
"Alright David, I don't understand. Let's start at the beginning. First off when was the first time you encounter them? And then go on from there." Bishop will tell the man, confused by what he has said.
Heywood shakes his head. This guy really is out there. Past Saturn, huh? What's next? Martians are invading? But there are some unexplained things out there. Maybe he's run into 'em. Of course, he might have just hit his head, too.
Heywood rolls his eyes, frustrated. It always starts with coffee. We'll probably have to buy him dinner, too, to get anything out of him.
"Look, Mr. Pruitt, can you answer a few questions for us first? Then we'll get you a cup of coffee. So, what exactly is this threat you're worried about?"
Bishop will take a few steps back, so that Heywood can take over the main questioning. While Heywood is talking to him, Bishop will get an overall assestment on the man - clothing, lifestyle, visible scars, marks, tattoos, he will watch the way he talks, the way he answers questions ...
Heywood decides to play along to see how far it gets him. "Humor me, okay? Of course, I know all about it, but this is an official investigation, so I have to ask these questions. So, where are the invaders stationed? And what are they doing on our...station?"
"If we knew where they were, at least we could have done something to oppose them! After one of their patrols discovered the existence of the Manhattan Project, it took 4.3 years for the signal to reach Centauri from Earth. Then they warped in the strike carrier. Don't they teach that in school anymore?
And I hope to God there aren't any here. What if this is humanity's last base?"
"Heywood there is a cafe over there." Bishop will nod with his head in the direction of the cafe. "Might not want to take him in there talking like this." Bishop will whisper into the other agents ear.