Drunks corralled in a meagre cage had been Killian's people, too, once upon a time. He'd been a rather notorious pirate, had spent time in a few prisons just to prove he could bust out in the end. This is far from the first time he's wound up behind bars for something or another, and he too could probably get out if he was willing to make a bit of a mess... but he'd need to feed and that'd likely be stupid when surrounded by drunks, albeit drunken ones.

So he was the only one currently in the drunk tank that didn't seem particularly drunk, more grumpily hungover, and that wasn't quite right either. Grumpy was pretty close though. He'd taken over an entire bench to lay down with an arm over his eyes, and didn't seem keen on sharing. Nobody had yet to be brave enough to try and ask him to.

"Would you bloody stow it?" he snapped toward the direction of whoever thought a bit of Guns n' Roses would make this dreary experience better. (It wasn't.)