[ Make sure they can come back. That earns a solemn nod, even if for a moment she wonders why that isn't a given for a delegation sent out under New Amsterdam's name. Wouldn't a city look after its own? (Which they are, for all intents and purposes.) But they're still learning the shape and structure of this world, the dangers present that might not exist in their own — or do, for different reasons. And the fact remains that local government stood aside and let the UNA do what it wanted to its citizens. Gaby's request is more than valid.

She'll sort it. Part of her duties as a city clerk touch on being a passport agent (or this world's equivalent). Carefully reviewing the applications and supporting documents of the displaced so they're in the clear... yes, she can sort it with a bit of help. ]

I agree. It will track the right way for anyone who cares to look. [ A beat. ] I'll reach out to El to ensure everyone's relevant documentation is iron-clad, make sure its ready to go before the idea even takes shape back at the office or amongst the displaced.

[ There's a pause and then something in her softens a little. ]

I'll do my best to open that door for us. And keep it open.