"And I'm Agent Hill. You can call me Hill. Or Agent. Whatever gets the job done. My job is to keep you organized." She avoided the word handler, being intelligent enough to realize that they'd both probably object to being handled - but she considered herself precisely that. It was her job to keep a handle on the situation. To break down what needed to be done into manageable, immediate chunks.
"First, I'm going to take you back into the training rooms. Dixon, we have an area set up to test some of your reflexes." She didn't say it, but the implication was there: make sure you haven't gone soft. Hill doubted softness would be a problem, but it never hurt to light a fire in a man's belly. Pride did that. Dixon wasn't pretty, and he wasn't vain, but most self-sufficient men had a proud streak. She was counting on it. "Professor, I need to get your apparition reactions. Times, distances, health. Just enough to know if you can take Dixon where he needs to be and how long it'll take."