"It's a big place," Carin said without missing a beat, "and you know the territory and the people better than anyone we have. We can even help you with your investigation," she said, needing him, possibly more than he needed their help. She ignored his ruminations on long-lost relatives, dismissing them as more painkiller ramblings. Of course, the computer was keeping a transcript of the whole mess.<br/><br/>She crossed her legs, "unfortunately given your abilities we aren't able to let you go otherwise, per several international treaties governing the registration, restriction and training of parahumans," she said, her ice a (metaphorical) block of ice.