"Wh-what?" Sefton nearly squeaked, suddenly scooting away purely out of instinct. In his mind, whenever a policeman took someone down to the station, they would grab them by the arm and generally weren't very gentle about dealing with suspicious persons, which was always the last thing Sefton wanted. (Though, to be fair, a lot of the image was the product of television and other media. That didn't make the prospect any more welcoming, however.)