[ She searches the database of safehouses made privy to them, the map with its pinpoints of which operatives — no, just people, not everyone is a field agent — are in what location. Prompto's information lines up and she follows him without question, bringing up the rear in case they're followed with another hail of gunfire. But so far, so good. ]

Careful, [ she murmurs, ears straining to listen for heavy boots and cocked weapons. But they make it below and she exhales slowly. ] I'll flag this safehouse with a warning for anyone near it. I doubt it's compromised but with the UNA so close, it's best we wait for the heat to die down.

After you.