"Thank you." She said, earnestly. "I could picture it out. Jump out of the- whatever form of transportation Agents use and first and only casualty of the mission is due to friendly fire because someone gave the blind girl a gun." Mira chuckled. She'd learned long ago to find humor in her disability. It honestly amused her every time someone said 'look at this' because they actually forgot a moment she coudln't. "Even worse I'd probably find a way to shoot myself."
She ran her thumbs along the rim of her coffee cup. "At the very least you can take advantage of one perk of having me in your unit... I can make a mean- but healthy- trail mix for missions. And I can help you work with diet plans for our unit... if you need. I mean normally handlers just hand me the plans but no one says healthy diet friendly food can't taste good too."