[ … it is entirely feasible that she could have intimidated the car-things into stopping and waiting until she crossed the street. ( you know how scary you can be, right? well … maybe not as much as marion, but … that kind of goes without saying for the moment, doesn't it? yes, of course it does! )

please don't fight the cars, linca. they haven't done anything to you yet. ( keyword: yet. shall we wait until she decides to try to cross without the leeway of a stoplight in her favor? is that a thing that needs to be done? )

anyway!

he's just as confused as she is, and when she's finally at his side, he takes a small amount of comfort in knowing that at least they can keep an eye on one another, now. ( and anyone else they might find, here. surely if they've been relocated, the others have been, too, and all they need to do is find them. right? hopeless optimism … ? )

he nods, just slightly, sparing a brief look into the distance, a small contemplation of what might be lying in wait for them out there … ] I have to admit, I'm a little surprised myself, but … maybe it's a training exercise? [ that's a thing you do, isn't it? he doesn't know. ]

She has to be around here somewhere. All we have to do is find her.