( Excellent control of temper, Mr. Gilbert. She takes the moment to steel her shoulders, instructing herself carefully to not react to the loudness of all these strange sounds around them. The press of people, the heat, the scant insight the pamphlets had actually offered, though she supposes it to be a sight better than coming out with nothing but the hideous voice with shocking tendencies pestering after a name and some other... name of a sort. )

There was a very straightforward plea not to make things worse in the City.

( She says mildly. )

The odd note or two about being productive citizens, and to learn to control our new powers.

( Oh, hadn't that been a half minute of pausing to understand the depth and breadth of what that could mean. She arches an eyebrow, smile still in place. )

Something about dog tags and finding work.