Riley chuckled. "Aye, it's not exactly the Ritz. But it's better than a two by four jail cell. Or however big they are in the long-stay detention centres." He couldn't help the slight tone of distaste that snuck into his voice there, stronger now he knew that Ben was suffering along with everyone else. That slow, roiling anger that down to genetics people were locked up, given three choices: hide or live on the run, be locked up or come to the Regument. America was a messed up plcae.
He nodded, "Gotta stay healthy, like, but also make sure that you're mission ready. You'll get a pass for a while considering you're healing, but it won't last forever, and honestly you've gotta make sure that you're ready if the higher ups decide that they wanna sent you out into the field you'll come back in one piece."
Matt and Riley had a stellar track record with their missions, but it was never good to rest on their laurels; the reason they had a good track record was because Matt drilled their agents intensively and made sure only the right ones were chosen.
"Well, if you change your mind, when we head there you can swing in and see the healers." He tipped his head, "You wanna grab some snacks?" he asked, "Though the tour shouldn't really take that long. I can wait out here if you wanna nip in."