It was hard for Dove to really quantify age -anyone around her parents age seemed 'old' to her, and while her parents were in their mid-40's, and obviously Avery wasn't there yet, it was still a whole decade and a bit further from Dove. Her experience with people older than her, like that, had always been in authority roles -teachers, coaches, instructors. Never peers.
Being a non-combatant was probably something a few people would do, but if you could do that maybe everyone would and then no one would be out on missions and the whole thing would be pointless. Dove saw the logic in not allowing people to choose. But Avery's powers seemed very much a fix things after sort of thing than a go out and stop bad things deal. "Do you um... do you always bruise like that when you heal people?" It was hard not to miss the purpling on her hand, and while Avery was clearly trying to avoid it, Dove wanted to be sure that her getting fixed hadn't inadvertently hurt Avery.
The institution of Regiment was a little hard for Dove to swallow -Supers were treated like dangerous people, who were below 'normal' people, discrimination and isolation, treated like they needed controlling. But they were put into these units and trained to be a fighting team for the Government? It seemed a lot like they were seen as objects and not people. Even if they weren't mistreated in here, so to speak, it was still a cage. "The Regiment mostly, but maybe some missions? I mean, if we can help people, we should. And I agree that Supers who have problems controlling their powers, we need help, because we can be dangerous. But... some people aren't, and they just to live their lives. How come they have to live like then?"