"So you teach them to fight," she said. "Or you give the food out indirectly. Leave it in boxes, give it to someone to drop off. Guilt Tseng into having Rufus build some sort of -- I don't know. Shelter. Or Reeve, you know he's the bleeding heart type."

She paused, not sure if it was a horrible idea to keep going, but she couldn't help herself. "You can help those kids. You are helping them. Maybe you're just scared."

It had been hard enough for him to accept a new rookie, after all.