Ian held up a hand. “Ma’am, any complaints or grievances can be filed with the local registrar at the Government building. I don’t make the rules.” Sometimes he wished that he did. He doubted she was in any danger, honestly, but he wasn’t there to play favorites either.
Whatever abilities she had or possessed was none of his concern either as long as she wasn’t hurting anyone. In a gesture of trust, Ian thumbed on the safety on his weapon and sighed at her. “Look, I don’t care what you do inside your house. Go crazy, have a party, paint the walls green. Just, stay off of the roof. Okay?”
He hoped she was smart enough to pick up on the between the lines, she seemed intelligent to him.