"Rookies get supervisors?" Natsumi glanced up from her inspection of her fading bruises, blinking. "My father told me I'd probably have my first few missions with a veteran, but I didn't know it went beyond that." And it hadn't happened that way, anyway, unless Kaito counted as a veteran. A veteran with an overseer, apparently.

"Kaito-kun was good." She considered that, amended: "Very good. He didn't fuss about control or machismo; he did his job, and let me do mine. He's good at coming up with alternatives, and he obeys orders well."

Something flickered in Genma's face. Perhaps she shouldn't have let slip that, as junior partner, she'd effectively taken command? She pulled her shirt back up her shoulder and rewrapped it quickly, trying to gather the shards of professionalism. "His use of his Bloodline Limit was excellent. It's...very strong. Hard to control, I gather, but we couldn't have completed the mission without it." She thought of the wrenching sympathy knotting in her throat, and smiled wryly. "It's a little hard on his mission partners. I didn't quite expect... But he uses it well."