[“You’re thinking too narrow,” and it’s fortunate he keeps talking before Caitlyn can open her mouth about it.

[The explanations—their simple clarity, their very necessity—make clear that, whichever population he speaks of, it’s not one Caitlyn has been aware of. New information, mentally catalogued. (See? Not narrow thinking, thanks.) They keep moving.

[Through the doors: a long, echoing space, barely discernible as a hallway. Pitch black. Electric lighting, too, seems to be a foreign concept to this place. But with the rubble behind them, Caitlyn steps boldly forward, positioning herself ahead of Oda if he allows. This, she knows how to navigate.]

Outside. [Quiet, over her shoulder, and then she’s off. Unless Oda hesitates, they’ll talk more elsewhere.]