He spreads his hands a bit, arms still resting through the bars.

"No, that is my own baggage. It's not mine, but I can't shake it, either.

"I am... attached, let's say, to an entity that wants to know and watch and record everything. Especially fear, but everything. As its hands in the real parts of reality, it's given me a few abilities to do with digging out the truth. All the better to feed it. Of course, down here, I'm enjoying their absence."

For a given value of enjoying. Certainly it looks like he hasn't slept in days, and his brief flash of smile is purely on the surface.