Smirking, Cisco nods and then the grin slides into something more akin to a facial shrug. "Oh, okay, she got jokes, I see. She got jokes," he says playfully. "I mean, I do think the two things run in the same vein, though, do they not?" he points out. Slave driver, whipped...either way, he'd be bending to someone else's whims.

Cisco nods again, this time acknowledging her answer and mulling it over. Mind Control. Seems like a weird thing to call a reporter, initially, but then again...maybe they intend for her to brainwash people en masse with her reports, so maybe Mind Control makes perfect sense. Cisco deliberately does not point that out to Gracie, lest he ruin the fact that she seems to kind of like her job. "Hey, that's though. There are more boring things you could be doing around here, from what I hear," he tells her.

When Gracie agrees, Cisco smiles. "Awesome," he says and he turns them to change course. He'll probably regret it a little later, showing her to Specials HQ without asking anyone else if they were cool with that first, but whatever. Nobody tends to be down there most of the time around this time of day, because everyone's eating lunch or at their service firm. They should get some decent alone time down there. "There's this kind of secretish sort of place. It's a bit of a walk, but...if that's cool with you?"