"Do you remember what it was like to be that age?" he asked, wondering what he would have done if his children had landed in a situation like this. He'd have killed anyone treating them the way he treated the people arriving here.
"As much as I like determination, I'm more interested in getting my people back to my reality." Nothing would come in the way of his own job.
Leon took the file and looked it up. "I'm not as cynical as you seem to be. I imagine my wife coming here and dealing with this. I know what I'd do to anyone doing to her what we do this people. I know it's necessary, but putting people through things that they don't understand, enjoy or are prepared for doesn't amuse me, not one bit, and this is why I'm trying to go out of my way to help people acclimate themselves here. I still hate the fact that I have to deal with it. Slowly, if the numbers keep growing, perhaps we can form a civilian group and an agent one. I wish we could do it now." He finally looked through the file, and snorted. "Right, amusing. Are you going to be able to deal with him? Possibly without starting a month long tug of war? I doubt Callen would fix this one for us."