I can't say I've ever worked with someone like that. My assistant was a lovely girl with no fear and while we argued, I considered her a friend. Most everyone else was an accessory or a captor or a fellow prisoner.
No they don't. They're harmed by sunlight. Me, I just lose my abilities.
Two different worlds, Tesla. Two different Nikolas. One being utterly used and insane by the age of thirty. Then there's you.
If not, they better accommodate rather quickly. I dislike being denied.