The kid took offense to that off-hand comment about younger people. On principle, more than anything else.

When he mentioned horror movies, Kaitlyn chuckled. “Last time I watched a horror movie without an adapted, I almost killed someone. But…“ She shrugged, nodded. “I get it.” Not a bad idea.

And if people were sugar-coating things for her, Kaitlyn decided, then she was going to be horrified when she found out how the world really worked. Because she already knew about how the Order used murder and extortion to keep the criminal underworld of Brooklyn in check. She thought she’d gotten past the point where it could still surprise her that something this or that awful could be justified in the name of a greater good.

The X-Men probably didn’t care that much about transparency, though. Or at least, not to her, because she wasn’t the adopted daughter of their former leader. Was Gina any more trustworthy than she was, in the eyes of the X-Men? Would they keep secrets from the ‘younger kids’ like her that they wouldn’t keep from Gina, just because she was older? It was worth investigating.

Sledge raised an eyebrow at the horror movie thing. It wasn't as though he was against a little child seeing a scary movie. Every child should, in his opinion, sneak into a film at one point or another in their life, provided it wasn't an adult film. That was one of the residual good behaviors that his parents had managed to get him to keep. Mature audiences only when people were scantily clad. What caught his interest was how this little girl who, for months now, had played the role of the devil, issuing out commands, had to have someone go with her to avoid risk of killing someone.

"Yeh're too young to play the role of grim reaper," Sledge said, still taken back a little by the thought of Kaitlyn killing anyone. He had not, thankfully, ended anyone's life with his fists, but the risk of it weighed heavily on him. Having someone's blood on your hands was a heavy burden to carry, something that no kid should have. If it was something that adults should avoid, then it ought to be well beyond the realm of possibility for a girl Kaitlyn's age.

It struck him that he should say something to Kaitlyn, something about how the world was a violent place. Offer her some sort of hope that there were good people out there. The problem was that there wasn't as many as there needed to be. Hell, he wasn't a good guy. His form of charity was having a few bucks in his back pocket that young pickpockets could lift. Even this network of informants that he was setting up wasn't entirely giving freely. His informants were expected to obey his orders. If they did so, he provided things for them.

And he wasn't going to sugarcoat things for Kaitlyn. Being a member of the Order meant that she was exposed to more than other girls her age. She wasn't beyond the turning point where she could be what society called "good". However, it was her choice of how much to take out of life. "Hnm," he grunted, waving off the need to give Kaitlyn an adult to child conversation. The butter was starting to sizzle, and he returned his attention to the process of making his sandwich.