Keeping up with the youths would be the least of the issues in Orla's opinion, but Alejandro appeared to be set on it, even here when things had gone downhill. "It really wasn't meant as one." Orla teased lightly, poking fun at Alejandro and his quips was something she was prone to doing anyway.
In a world where the SEA passed, Orla was hoping that the discrimination would fade out, it'd be less acceptable for people to cling to their own prejudices, where they couldn't be openly bigoted about it all. It was natural that some people would still try, but there would be protections in place, surely, where people couldn't be kicked out of homes, where they couldn't be denied jobs or health insurance, or basic human rights, just because of their genetic make up. She wanted that world to be somewhere she got to see.
Her fingers twisted into a grip on Alejandro's hand, something for her to do really, "There's not much any of us can do here." Where someone had a button to put them down, sedate or paralyse, stop them from doing what they wanted if it wasn't what the powers that be wanted them doing. She knew that her powers could be offensive, or defensive. Her hair was obviously her main attribute, but her empathic abilities weren't without their merit either. "But you are not putting yourself in more harms way just because you want others to not be." Giving his hand a squeeze, Orla managed a tight but encouraging smile.
"I'll be okay, they won't push me past my limits, if I'm protecting people I'll help, but I'm not going to hurt someone just because the Government says I should." And if it meant she didn't go on missions, then she wouldn't go on missions. Orla wasn't prepared to compromise who she was for this place.