He grinned again, and it was sharply dismissive. "Course I'm not doing this, let alone on the streets. Again, point taken, and I like it, but you're not seeing what the situation is. Right now, and seriously, this is my best guess, people see the house as protection, and they're hiding - most of them - behind the idea that Katherine hands them fucking orders when she wants something done, you know? Until she says hop, most've them are fine not figuring out how to jump on their own. Same time, it's a bad fucking idea to be out in the wild if you're an ace or a joker, so Katherine's offer came at a great time. But I don't think the ideological underpinnings are fucking there - I know they're fucking not. And until that's in play, training won't happen. Hell, until it fucking does, I might not be in play. Don't want to spend the next six months beating my head against entrenched fear and laziness when I could walk right the fuck now and set something like this up with people who want to make the change that needs to happen, you know? Not saying that I think everyone in the house is a fucking loss, just that right now, I don't trust them as professional heroes any further than I can fucking piss in a hurricane, you know?"