[ Her lips quirk a little at the first question — less question, more keen observation. Would that not make us the weapons? Peggy nods once, but it could almost be a shrug, too. That's the working theory, that's been her theory almost from the start: that they're weapons or some sort of defense corps deployed through to the city in secret, ready to rise up should the situation demand it. They were given these abilities for a reason. Good or bad? Remains to be seen.

But she's from a world that initiated Project Rebirth to create the perfect soldiers in the hopes of winning a war. That would be her line of thinking. ]

The UNA are under the command of the United Nations, the governing body of this world. [ Not just city. ] And whether or not they're aware of our existence remains unclear. Any evidence of us, our abilities, have been erased from public domain which means someone's looking to keep us a secret. But whether that's because of the government or the people responsible for our arrival here? I'm afraid we just don't know.

For now, it's best to stay under the radar. [ Although there's been chatter of going public. She doesn't want to address that just yet, it's enough to know what he knows now. ] The UNA are dangerous. There's no love lost between them and Morningstar, but many of us were caught in their crosshairs last month, too. I'm not keen for a repeat just yet.