[ Her tone gives him pause, but it's a brief thing. Another second, and he adapts quickly. He's seen Betty angry before, a rare couple of times even aimed at him, and it's not something that scares him, intimidating as she's capable of being. It's not something that he likes, sure, but he can handle it well enough. ]

Oh, really? And what do you think you're doing by signing up? [ His voice is low in return, and if not for the tight tension on his shoulders, the stance that's a mix between avoidant and defensive, it almost looks like they're having an intimate conversation in the middle of the hallway. Well, in a way they kind of are. ] I've read your file, Betty. Do you know what you— do you understand the power they forced on you? Do you even know what you can do?

[ Shit, the topic's slipping from him. Shit. He didn't want to tell her about this yet, because he knows for the single fact that she hasn't come talk to him about her power yet that she doesn't know much at all about it. And this isn't how he wanted to tell her. Not in a fight, not when she's angry at him. ]