Second chance? If the intercom the night before had been telling the truth, this was technically the third chance they'd had to out the traitor- but why give them another chance at all, especially when the consequences were already so dire? They had to know the name they'd been given was fake, or they wouldn't be asking again, and it certainly wouldn't be the man they were looking for doing the asking. It occurred to the Scarecrow that they must have been awfully desperate for his identity, in that case. Perhaps they felt their punishment wasn't getting the desired results fast enough. That was a grim thought, indeed.

He returned Depth Charge's look immediately, feeling his hand tighten on the brim of his hat as he read over the words on the notepad a second time. It was another situation where they had to be careful what was said- no time to talk it over at all this time. He gave his roommate an encouraging nod— as much of one as he could muster at that point— before returning his attention to the Major.

"We told you what you wanted to know," he said, the sternness still in his voice. "And if we didn't bother to show up when they told us to over the intercom last night, what's to say we'll tell you anything new now?"

There was knot that formed somewhere in his throat- he swallowed it, nervous over his words. He was hoping to discreetly fish out some form of answers, something to tell him what else was going to happen. He could only hope he wasn't crossing a line.