Will was sure his face wasn't familiar to anyone if he was honest. Maybe the McCalls but even than he wouldn't really be familiar to them. A part of him imagined them all just being the same as they were raised -- running around and kicking up some Hell while Will was more boasting on the fact that he can sleep at night know what he did that day kept the girls safe. A part of him did want to think about more simple days. But everything around here was strange. "...uh-huh. That's me, kid."
Will shifted where he stood while he tried to figure out if the person in front of him was a super or something else entirely. He honestly might not have put it past them to start bringing in androids to work with them rather than putting handlers lives on the line. "I go where they send me, when they send me. I'm not really one to complain all that much." He wasn't really one to complain at all. Funny how life worked out. He had lived through a lifetime where he could complain for most of the time. But here he was complacent and quiet. He did what he was told and didn't argue any about it. "They do it to what conveniences them, I guess."
Will started grabbing at some food, barely anything that could register as table scrapes for the most part. "So you're not a super? What are the handlers here like? Most of the non-handler workers in West Texas didn't come out to interact with the supers there. Too much of a liability." If someone was gutsy enough to try but there hadn't been anyone like that in Texas for quite a bit. They'd weeded most of them out already or put them into shape. Rather than get rid of them -- after all, they were more of an asset than tech support was.