Ah, excellent. It's always nice to have assistant herders, and this one seems to have an instinct for how to get people to move along. Cain’s confidence is actually buoyed by the evident belief of a fourteen year old girl in his competency, which is more than a little pathetic, he reflects. But it's a reminder that eyes are on him, watching how effectively he dispatches this malevolent threat.

"I've got it well-handled, don't you worry about me," he says in his most reassuring voice. "Worry about yourself, your priority is with your charges."

He emphasizes the last three words. Yes, Cain did imply these grown men and women are now under the supervision of a juve, but he's relatively certain that framing it that fashion will instill feelings of responsibility towards the staffers in her and make her less likely to dash off, and also lend her a little more authority to reticent lingerers who might understandably be uncertain about following her lead. That ought to hurry things along. Those charges, he hopes, that are being quickly evacuated.