Pinot waits until she's settled back into her seat before he shuts the door behind him and approaches the interrogation setup, its table (currently clear of contents) and the chairs seated across from each other. Clara in one, and presumably, if Pinot wanted, him in the other.

He remains standing. Not for any other reason than he's had enough sitting on the train and it's nice to stretch his legs.

"Well, I was going to ask you why you think you were named a person of interest." He chuckles. "And there you go, turning the table on me. Simply put, someone put your name down. Now would you have any idea why someone might do a thing like that?"