To be fair at Lydia, he's also very good at passing.

The man looks to the admin. "Let me deal with her," he says, and he'll draw Lydia outside the classroom.

"Look," he says sympathetically, once they're more or less out of earshot. "I really do get it. Mandatory training is unbelievably stupid. And all the local Rockets are just as stupid. But transplants like us are largely on the bottom of the food chain. We're allowed to suggest missions for ourselves—in fact, they reward the initiative—so if you want a better rank, just put in more hours of crime. And once this is over, I can bring you onto Jack's and my crew and we'll find something interesting for you, where you can use your talents."