Kid Quantum's expression softens at least a little. She understands the trauma of failing someone you were trying to protect -- unfortunately, most heroes face it at some point or another.

"Look, that's not how we do things here. If you thought there was an active security breach, you should've called for backup anyway -- to watch your back, too."

She takes in a deep breath and lets it out.

"But in this case, yes, we are accepting her help. We need all the help we can get." She sits back down in her chair, looking at Tracer from across her desk. "And yes, you have a right to distrust her. I don't trust her any farther than I can kick her."

She raises her eyebrows slightly.

"Which is why I want her close. Even if we arrested her, UP law wouldn't prosecute. Our jurisdiction laws are pretty concrete, because of our dealings with other galactic governments. It's better that she's here, under our watchful eye, instead of running around in the pre-potential-apocalypse as a free agent doing who knows what."

Kid Q taps her index finger on her desk.

"At all times, I want her drowning in Legionnaires. Same with Reaper. I've got my eye on him, too."