"Before we go back to Atlas, let me ask you one question: How do you like your steak?"

If I had to guess at what this guy was thinking . . .

"Lets see . . . I let you go off and train to be a huntress against my better judgement, and within a year the school you're staying at almost gets totally annihilated by Grimm, killer robots, and White Fang terrorists . . . Yeah, you're coming back home where I can keep an eye on you."