Was he really kind of pouting at her? That's what she got, she supposed, for making him put on his big boy pants. "Here's the thing. Your Rogues are on government payroll. What if they already know exactly who you are?" He wouldn't get much of a choice then. Or he'd have to operate in hiding. Or retire, probably, not that she thought that would even help.
She leaned against the counter beside him and took a bit of popcorn. So sue her, she needed something to do with her hands. "Both my parents were semi-iconic heroes, and I have a company to run. From the board of directors down to the janitor, hundreds of people work there. I can't disappear." She had a responsibility to them.