He was right; that was indeed a valid plan of action, and one that didn't involve sitting on the couch with his hand in a bowl of ice for four to six weeks. Maria approved with a nod, though she fought to hide a smile. "I'll inform anyone you're out with not to get downrange of you," she said. It wasn't an order she'd ever thought she'd have to officially give as it was plain common sense, but agents had grown accustomed to freakishly talented archers being able to make pinpoint shots that neatly missed anyone they didn't want hit. "We'll also try to ensure you are placed in fewer combat situations if at all possible for the next few weeks." Anything could happen, but at least they could try.
As the cult involved wearing a monkey mask, Maria didn't think that it would be any less embarrassing in any other language. She scrutinized Connor's shuffling, though, looking for the reasoning behind it - quite possibly the fact that he'd been involved with something like this even marginally. "I assume, as you've had some contact with them before, he was aware that you would give him a fight to test himself against; what's the risk for most of the population who don't know Kung Fu?"
A monkey-masked guy jumping someone to "test his skill" was absurd and outside her usual world; the fact that they were a group of ninja assassins, she could deal with. "No," she agreed calmly, "though I would much rather he kill himself than harm any of my people. If we interrogate him, is he likely to reveal his target or who hired him?" she asked with a faint thread of hope in spite of herself. "Even if not, we charge him with assault, throw in some intent, lock him away for awhile. Or until his friends break him out," she added with grim knowledge of the reality of the world.