"Yes, because despite my best efforts, they decided 'escaped' sounded more plausible than 'deceased'," Makino muttered as Tsukauchi brought her up to speed. At least for now he could wear civilian clothes. Handcuffed or not, the freedom to reach into his pocket--hell, even HAVING pockets again was nice. He had behaved in the last couple of days, content to sit where he was put, eat what he was given, and do what he was told. Though his captors so far could attest, his sarcasm and caustic wit were much harder to tame than the man himself. He stood as the detective came to the point, approaching the other side of her bed.<br/><br/>"What the detective is trying to say is that I'm a pain in the ass and all the other heroes who<i>could</i>look after me won't. Moreover, you're one of the few whose powers I can't counter, because I don't know your given name. Which, since this is just the situation we're in, your name has been removed from public databases and online listings. Effectively, I can't learn your name unless you tell me, which makes you the best hero to ensure I don't<i>actually</i>sneak off to perform my usual villainy." He shrugged. "It's up to you, obviously. Nobody's going to force this onto you. But considering you already saved my life once,<i>and</i>that I've worked out how your quirk operates... it's in both our interests for you to take the job."<br/><br/>Tsukauchi sighed softly. "If you agree, then we've already looked into arranging a system of safehouses and underground facilities in the city for the two of you to use. You'd have to go undercover with him, ensure that he doesn't leave the site while you're gone, maintain secrecy and security... this isn't an easy thing we're asking you to do, Droplet. You're free to decline, like he says. He's agreed to obey your orders and understands that he'll be strictly under your mercy."