Sitting back down, he stared into the coffee's unseen depths a moment, then gulped it down regardless of the heat. Slightly surprised, he looked down into the empty cup and stood up to get more. /Should I be saying something?/ All this philosophical talk was beyond him at the moment. Did they even have enough information to pass a verdict on Black?
It would be nice to be able to go in that courtroom and ask them a few questions. But he'd settle for asking the other jurors for now. "Um, we have to find some answer, right? We can't just say 'we don't know' and go home. I don't know if we have enough information to either decide that Black is a soldier or policeman, or that he isn't. And we never really got a satisfactory answer worked up about murder, did we? As far as I can see, we're getting nowhere, and slowly."