"Take it--" Sara's eyes narrow a little, her head tilting. She's up to scouting safe zones, and collecting civilians, and cordoning off some kind of watch on keeping the greater threats from this center of the city, the people being herded up for their own good, and those trying to get their hands around the situation.

"--like you're going to move into your ghost town? That someone just decided to place here for you?"

Does it sound like Captain Lance has opinions about anachronistic Trojan gift horses? Because it totally should.