The displeasure gets a hint of a schadenfreude smile to come to the corners of Tim's lips. A police officer would.

"Yet." Tim holds Togusa's gaze, steady and argumentatively unrelenting. "What are you going to do when people start coming to you and reporting changes to themselves"--he's thinking about the tubing in Retrospec, touching it with his hand, longing in his soul for home, the weird sensation the stairs weren't wide enough, fancy enough--"or others, Officer Togusa?"