Handling troublesome supers was easy for Eric; just a little charm, a touch of the pheromones to keep things calm, and an earnest interest in trying to help them tended to get the job done. This place wasn't ideal by any means, folks forced to work for the very government that captured them...still despite that Hawthorne did what he could to make the stay bearable. Oh the others sometimes took issue with his seeming softness for the supers in Limbo, yet he was a super...and couldn't help but to sympathize with those like him. "He may not be on my team, and may even be a handful, but something tells me your brother and I will get along well enough. What can I say? People just seem to like my smile."
With a chuckle all his own the man flashed her that trademark grin, even offering a playful wink too. When Mira inquired about any more questions the handler just shook his head a tad, pausing to finish off his tea, before speaking up again. "Nope. Like I said before, this was just a little informal chat. A way to get to know you all, and to let you know I'm around if you needed anything. I will of course look into moving things along as far as those replacement kitchen items are concern. Yet should you find yourself needing anything else at all, well feel free to reach out." After setting down his cup at last Eric Hawthorne got up from his chair, and smiled at Mira again. "And thank you for the tea, Mira. It was quite delicious." With a slight bow of his head, and a final warm grin, the handler excused himself at last. Letting her get back to running the kitchen.