"We're here to ask you some things," Sal says after a few beats of silence.

"Forgive me, but you don't look like doctors. Or police officers."

"We're not. My name's Inaaya." And then, this is a little bit of a reach, but-- "Do you by any chance speak Polari."

"Of course I do. Never wanted the cops to overhear," she says in Polari.

Nurse Price looks suspicious but decides this is probably not murder plotting or attempting and allows it to continue.

Inaaya, this looks SO sketch. If you turn out to be a murderer he won't turn you in but he's also not going to cover for you.

Yeah, she knows but admitting to being a lesbian in front of psychiatric nurses is the worst plan and she refuses to do it. "Honestly I'm not here to ask questions, I'm mostly here because if I had spent more than a year in this room with people who kept calling me a degenerate I'd snap and kill someone too," Inaaya says. "And I thought probably you could use someone who'd treat you like a goddamn person."

...well that's a bold plan. Though it probably has a better chance of being effective than any others he can think of? He tries to keep the fact he's startled off his face-- now is not the time to make Nurse Price want to ask more questions.

"It's not as bad as all that, I do have the lovely gentleman next door. --I didn't kill them. For what it's worth. Either of them. I killed my Portia and I will regret that for the rest of my life but I didn't kill either of the nurses."

"What did happen to the nurses?"

"The devil killed them."

.............wow that's extremely not the answer she was expecting!

Not that she had any answer in particular in mind but it sure wasn't that one!

...how does she know that they are both nurses.

"That's very rude of him."

"What did that look like? How did he die?"

"He ran red with blood. His own gaping wounds would have killed any man. His hands were blades and he slashed first himself and then the nurse: one, two, one, two. His cock was hard and he raped them in the wounds he himself created. He laughed all the while."

"...And that happened... this morning?"

"Yes."

She sounds... tired.

Who would've guessed that everyone in the asylum would be insane and hard to question.

"The first time it happened I tried to get everyone to believe me. But they think I'm crazy. Just... projecting my guilt. So I'm not going to try."

Well either she honestly believes that, or is making up something that sounds appropriately ~*mad*~ and he honestly has no clue which.

"We'd be happy to listen."

"I am going to watch a man get tortured and raped to death every year for the rest of my life and there is nothing at all I can do about it."

...okay so, one, this is an insane asylum, if someone reports that you do have to at least consider the hypothesis that they're insane and were hallucinating; on the other hand it is clear to exactly zero people how Valentine could possibly have actually committed the murders she's accused of; on the first hand even if she's not being insane she could just be lying; on the second hand they still don't have an answer for how else the murder could have happened.

"That's horrifying and I'm sorry it's happening to you."

"Your sympathy is appreciated."

"If you don't mind me asking-- how many years has this happened?"

"Two. Both years since I came to the asylum."