"She sounds like a real barrel of fun, Melissa. How about I just go to my counseling appointments instead?" The headache pills he had taken were doing a poor job of covering up the pounding in his head, and it felt like the air conditioners weren't even on. He was almost sweating in his black suit, and he wasn't exactly itching to go and strap another holster on under his jacket. 
Though maybe he would feel better with a service issue in his hand again.
"Yeah, open mind. Okay, Melissa, an open mind," opening his mind was the last thing he wanted to do right now, but he wasn't exactly overburdened with options.

Coming to the gymnasium, he couldn't see anyone inside.
[i]Well, it's a big gym, maybe she's a small girl...though if this is some idea of a joke, I'm not laug...oh.[/i]
"Aaaaand that's great...it flies," it was all he could do to hold back the sigh, and so what if he was acting melodramatic? Most agents got a vacation after something like this, but what did Grand get? A goddamn stint on the desk, pens, papers and a screen to stare at for nine hours a day.

He had to take a step back as she came in for a landing, fearing for a brief, tense moment that she would crash and all three of them would be taken out, but at the last minute she unfolded her wings and she landed breezily before them.
Adrian could almost admit to it being a little big graceful, but he was too overwhelmed by how silly he felt. Still shook up, after all this time.
It struck him again just how young his new partner was, how the heck was he going to deal with that? Clara had been younger than him, but she was still closer to his age than this girl was.

Adrian took the folder reluctantly, and skimmed over it.
[i]Drifter...potential abuse of mutation...power: magnetism.[/i]
Suddenly, Melissa was gone and he was left alone with the girl. He looked her up and down briefly, assessing what he'd have to work with. Athletic, carried herself well. Confident? Nah, maybe just plain cocky, no way to know she got out into the field with him.
"So, uh...Agent Kite," he began before a pause, "Take a look at this on the way, we both need to be issued our firearms."