Avery's abilities had manifested right outside her house, she'd saved a pregnant woman - and her baby - following a car accident but when she'd come around her parents had already called the authorities. She'd been too busy being horrified at what she'd done and that she was one of them to be mad at her parents for what they'd done.
"I think they- wait, mid life?!" Avery groaned, "I'm just- I'm gonna get my zimmer frame and chase all you young kids off my lawn." She rubbed her hand over her face, for a moment forgetting to hide her right one and therefore revealing the bruises that, a few minutes ago, were colouring Dove's skin.
She wet her lower lip and raked her fingers through her hair. "I suppose it's always good to learn to defend yourself and protect others," she offered, moving on from the age conversation. At least Hector was older than her. She had that going at least. "If you go out on missions you can do your best then. But... but I'm a non-combatant. I don't ever get sent on missions." Not anymore, Lucas made sure of that.
She frowned a little, more curious than concerned at the statement. "What do you mean you're worried this isn't right? What isn't right, the Regiment? Or the missions?" She wasn't pressing, there was no judgement on her face she was just... curious. It was interesting to her to hear the opinions of other people who weren't raised within the walls of these institutions.