Wrench is a natural at dissociation. After he's mentally catalogued the contents of the room, he just waits. Until he catches the movement of the two men entering the room, he stares at his hands. When they come into view, he looks up. He keeps leveling the same detached gaze at Dick right on through the man's attempt at intimidation, but when the pad and pen are presented, the corner of Wrench's lips quirk for just a second.

"Mister?" Come on, Dick. Do you want to wag your finger, too?

Much as he can with the handcuffs still in place, Wrench picks up the pen and writes his affirmation under the other man's line.

Okay.

There's an incredible chasm between cooperating and making things easy, isn't there?