Illyana shrugged at them both. "You are a cop." She didn't think it mattered if he 'looked like' what he was, and unless he intended to lie or return immediately to his self-induced isolation, it seemed likely everyone would have some sense of his occupation soon enough. But if it mattered to them, they may as well follow-through as they saw fit.

"And you're going. We are going," she demonstrated, moving to the door.