[Crane just goes with it, knowing better than to try and fight Dawsey physically. He makes eye contact, despite the disconcerting nature of the cuts on Dawsey's face. They looked finer than anything the faceless people could have managed with their fingers.]

What do you want me to do? [Crane asked, suspecting that this was going to end in some kind of elaborate plot to trap more faceless people, where Crane was the bait.]