Colse sits a little like there's a gun to his head.

"Are you afraid that we're going to hurt you if you mention any real complaints?"

"No of course not," he obviously lies.

Uh huh. 

"Is that something the previous government did?"

"...they didn't have one of these things."

"Did they do things such that, when we opened this office, you all concluded that anyone who used it would get hurt."

"Oh nobody's hurt me for coming here."

"But everyone's scared we will hurt them for coming here, and that's why they don't come?"

"- we decided it would be my job."

"Why did you decide that?"

"...they're paying me."

- nod. "They're paying you to come here and tell us something meaningless so we're appeased."

"Um."

"I'm not mad at you. It's brave of you and sensible of them. But I would like you all to be less scared of us, so that you could maybe feel safe telling us things that aren't meaningless."

...silence.

"Are there employers cheating people in red communities."

"Um."

"Of course there are. Do you want to tell us about some of them?"

No, obviously not. "Um."

"Because you think we'll make it worse? Because they've threatened you should you report them?"

Whimper.

"Did the old government really hate it when people answered them with full sentences?"

"I'm sorry I can go tell them you want someone else maybe they'll be better at this I'm sorry."

"It would be kind of useful to have someone else but I don't want you to lose your, uh, job - how much are they paying you -"

"Fifteen a day, ten if I don't think of a thing to say on my own."