[ He doesn't flinch at the outburst. His shoulders may be tense and his jaw set but he doesn't flinch and even though he bows his head at the end of it, there's no resignation. No retreat. A re-evaluation perhaps, but nothing else — it bothers him more than he can possibly explain that Helix harbors so much hatred towards the organisation that gave him stability when he arrived. Still does. His family away from home, as rag-tag and disorganized as it can be.
It hurts that some of that hatred spills over on him, no matter if the boy means to or not. He's Defense Force. He's FBI. He's authority.
After a moment, he draws a deep, steadying breath. Releases it slowly. ]