Mike tilted his head from side to side, considering what she was saying. Alex was clearly in decent shape – and would have had to be, given her former job – but that didn’t mean there wasn’t still things to learn. “Give Connor a chance with it,” Mike requested, “He’s got a unique background and will probably introduce you to some new techniques. Besides, we will have to assess where you’re at, and keep you on a specific track with training – you’re just starting out from a higher level than most.”
Which was a good thing, as far as he was concerned; Alex was one of a small handful he’d come across as a handler who had the background that would make them an asset in the field, superpowers aside.
“True,” he agreed, straightening up as he spoke. Even sitting, he still towered. “But that doesn’t mean they still can’t be used effectively—or dangerously—,” it felt important that he hedge that point, “And in a volatile situation with other Supers, you’d be able to deescalate a situation.”
Clapping his hands together, the handler shifted forward a little on the bench so he could drape his long arms over each of his knees. “It’s a safer space than prison, but it’s not just a holding facility for you guys until the SEA passes,” he thought, if it passes, “For some who are field ready – when there are volatile situations that would be effectively solved by the presence of a Super, or a team of you, agents are selected to fulfill missions.”