Jiro indeed started to check his watch every once in a while through their interview. He'd have a rather worried look on his face sometimes, which could be guessed that it's not related to the scenery in Fuchu at all. He asked to the tokkeitai impatiently, "Do you wanna learn anything else from me, Gaikotsu?"
Gaikotsu of course knew what made Taiyouji this impatient, he knew most everything about the Kusari personnel, usually more than they themselves know about their own lives... Knowing so much about so many people's lives made him feel like he's beyond the living people's concerns. Time did not matter, neither feelings. You'd never guess these thoughts behind that plain indifference; no matter what would happen, Gaikotsu kept his calm.
"No, Taiyouji-san... you may... leave, if you wish..." Gaikotsu remained in thoughts for a second, "We do not... need you... further," he plainly added, and was not worried about the lack of respect Jiro was showing by calling his name without an honorific. He guessed he could get everything Jiro knows from the data-pad Jiro provided.
"Well, then... I've got one more thing to say, so listen to me carefully..." Jiro apparently could not keep his anger in check any more with the impatience building up, "The last time I brought a prisoner here, he could escape within a day... or was let out somehow... We knew that he was a pirate, we caught him on the act... we know he's not innocent, and him shooting at us a second time the very next day was more than enough proof for it... The people here frakked up majorly... and there were no further investigations about that case..." he frowned, closing his arms together on his chest as he spoke, showing his dissatisfaction. "Do not let that happen again, or I swear, I'll make sure someone gets punished dearly for it..."
Gaikotsu let that threat slip by as well, but he was challenged to do his work properly. Gaikotsu would always do his work properly. "Wakatta... Do not worry... there will be... great care..." He looked back at Jiro silently afterwards, pushed his glasses further upon his nose as he does regularly, the glasses shined under the neon lights. That indifferent and creepy look hid an amazing determination, concentration and strength, that would somehow seep out from his calm appearance, and comfort everyone who would have any doubts about his work he cares so much about.
No. Jiro narrowed his eyes as he looked back. He'd surely not be able to take Gaikotsu's word for it... but he was out of time. "Alright. Take care, brigand...", he immediately opened the door closest to them, and was already trying to find his PDA among his pockets, "Mo-moshi mosh-... c-can't hear me? Cheh..." he let out a curse, "friggin' scrambl-..." the door closed behind himself and his voice could no longer be heard. Pierre and Gaikotsu would be left alone with a couple of guards who looked like they were trained to not be attentive at all, according to their empty looks on their faces, in dream worlds already.
"So then... will you tell me... what happened... with your own words... Piero Duweru-san... include... the reasons why you were in.... Kusari... what were you planning... to do... who you are... actually... everything you can... think of..." he hopped off his chair, his feet now could touch the floor. He dragged a step towards the prisoner, with his hands locked behind his back.