It might be Chief Morgan who's sitting in front of Orion but he was staring at me. I lift my brow a little, acknowledging his attention. Orion nodded, it's like he's asking for my signal if the man in front of him is trustworthy.
"Ronald Williams, my name's Ronald Williams, Ron. I met Harrison eight years ago. I don't know much about him, except being a werewolf and Clara met him in a pub. You've seen his relations with Clara with the footage. I don't know how he ended up in a fridge, I've got nothing to do with it," Orion, or Ron, rather, began talking. His face was a mask of solemnity. He was also trying to organize his disarrayed thoughts based on how his eyes flick from left to right, and the subtle bobbing of his head.
