"I figured," Blaze says happily. "You're sensible like that." Questioning is reasonable, after all. There's just not much point in worrying about it.

"I know. I mean... how we wound up here, the things we face-" and by the sweep of her hand, she means the city as a whole, not her and Ghost specifically, "that's not so lucky. But for someone like me? For a soldier? I'm damned lucky."

But she picks up the pace again, splashing through a couple of puddles on the tiles. She figures the sooner they drop off that data, the sooner they can really relax. There's an elevator nearby that Ghost has flagged as the quickest route down to the Warlocks' part of the Tower.