You act as if everything I do is an attempt to arrest you or find some fault in your actions.

[Frankly, he's kind of tired of it.

Kim takes a small step back, but otherwise doesn't leave. His eyes flit towards the red strings tied to Venkman's hand, but he doesn't acknowledge them. Not something to question right now. Kim stands there, staring down at the bedraggled man before him, Venkman may hear bits and pieces of Kim's thoughts. The words flit in and out of his head like a patchy radio signal.

Red strings...why silver? Questions first.]

I take it that you're not responsible for the strings, then. [He rubs his temple. Where the hell did this headache come from?] Are you alright? You look a bit off.

[More than a bit, actually.]