[She finishes off the rest of her wine as he speaks, savouring the taste as she thinks about what he's saying. She's no happier with the world they live in than he.

Emma rises to her feet and walks over to the cabinet specially reserved for faculty, giving the handle sensor a moment to id her before pulling it open. She pulls two glasses and a bottle of scotch from a shelf, not saying anything as she pours the amber liquid into the glasses. Her face is expressionless as she replaces the bottle and returns to where they'd both been sitting, extending one of the glasses to him.]

What else can we do but train them, Logan? There are other... options of course but I don't think either one of us are willing to explore them quite yet.