Hid badge reads Dredd. Oh Grud, she's dealing with an actual baby Dredd. The chin and voice could have been any clone, but she's pretty certain they'd change their names once they got the full Eagle.

...And it's still a pain to crane her neck up to look him visor-to-visor, a power move she doesn't usually feel the need for when dealing with what she assumes is his senior self. She shifts, planting one fist on her waist and letting her daystick lean on her eagle pad, tapping occasionally. "And in another year maybe you'll figure out that just because you're not wearing a white helmet, it doesn't mean you're not the new kid."

It's harsh. Harsher than she'd be with anyone else. But with a Dredd, with the Dredd, you needed to assert your authority first thing. Otherwise he'd work around you. She'd never dealt with it herself, but she'd heard stories from older Council of Five members and seen it in action with Herhsey from time to time. America wants to just snip any chance of that happening short here.

"Beeny," she supplies.