"Everyone sweats. I don't want to go into basic human biology and how sweating is important." He shrugged a little where he was standing. "But I'm pretty sure I can drudge up something to make it seem more important than it actually is." For the sake of this entire experiment at least. Lucas did...begrudgingly take Avery (and Abby) on little training adventures. Not to show favorites but to show that the agents were being trained. There was no way in Hell Lucas would ever logically put either one of them in the field. Regardless of the circumstance.
Regardless, he knew he wasn't going to be Avery's handler forever. One day a new handler would be brought in or he would be transferred away from Limbo. The protection would be gone and so would the protective bubble that Lucas had formed around her. He couldn't knowingly just leave her to her own devices and hope that she got out okay. He had to have as much faith in her as he had in any one of his agents. Even though he already did. His brow arched a bit at the mention of 'Bear', tilting his head curiously to the side.
"You are aware that I've only had you approved for healing not stupid shit, right? What Bear does is his own choices as is anyone else who squares up with him." His ribs echoed a short throb of pain at the idea. "If it's going to get in the way of training than I'm going to pull you from that area. Bumps and bruises is not the shit you heal. If they wanted someone to make their scrapped knees feel better, they should cling to the memories of their mommies kissing it better."
He smiled, regardless of his words. As harsh as they were. She or any of the other healers in the facility were not there to cater to others. "Wait? You don't? Someone fucking lied to me." He laughed a bit, swinging the 'gun' over his shoulder before looking over to her with a shrug. "Everyone has their own agendas in this place. Either you're doing a job or you're working a lie. I didn't trust him. He knows it. That's why I asked for him to be my agent."