[ She's read up on the monster attack that hit this city, weeks before her time. She knows their group took it down and the evidence was erased, but it's clear the story remains — and has spread beyond the walls of New Amsterdam. That shouldn't surprise her but it does, a little; enough to elicit a pause, a curious glance. ]

Our help, [ she repeats after a beat. ] The displaced. [ Her brows knit. ] Even if we could get over there, what makes them think we're... ah, [ with a hand to her chest, ] It's this, isn't it? They know. But they don't necessarily understand.