"I value all my agents' skills, Mr. Hanna." Hetty smiled. That she considered some agents of far more value than others could remain unstated. They were all assets to one degree or another. Some degree. Or another. "For now, until I have someone to take over, send me the information and I'll see what we can do to get Miss Sciuto's cooperation. When we are closer to the end of her leave of absence, we can resume the discussion of a training partner."
That end seemed to be growing farther and farther into the distance, however, the more difficult that young woman made things. Most of the problems seemed to be in her head from all Hetty could tell. But, short of finding a way to manipulate those thoughts directly, there was little anyone could do until Miss Sciuto found it in herself to move forward from this.
Sam's next words only confirmed that belief in Hetty's mind. It was becoming clearer and clearer NCIS' top forensic scientist was unable to adjust to her new circumstances. Time on her own, time to hit absolute rock bottom and have to force herself to climb out, was perhaps the only thing that would change that. Otherwise, they would need to find other methods of controlling her. "There are many sicknesses, some we even bring upon ourselves as constructs of our own stubbornness," Hetty said simply, allowing him to take what he would from her meaning without committing herself to an opinion.
"I daresay you likely had something to do with Mr. Callen's newest quest to have me fixing houses and rearranging personnel, hm? I'd say your winning streak is in no danger at the moment." Chuckling, she fixed him with a look. "But, as you ask, I am doing as well as any. Who is it you wish me to take it, Mr. Hanna? I know better than to think you believe sweet talking me into something for my own protection is a wise course of action if that were your true intent."