"Of course, sir. Agent Warren came up behind me without my hearing him. When he grabbed my shoulders from behind, I'm afraid my reflexes took over."

Waverly puffed his pipe before one bushy eyebrow rose slightly.

"Reflexes?"

April's voice didn't waver.

"Yes, sir."

She might have been mistaken, but April could have sworn she saw amusement in his eyes.

"I understand Mister Kuryakin has supplimented your training?"

No, the amusement was not an illusion and, mentally at least, she relaxed a little.

"Yes, sir."

"Very good. Carry on. Oh, and return with Mister Slate in an hour."