"In deeper how?" She took a sip of her coffee, hoping it would calm her as it sometimes did. This whole situation was just stupid. People were skulking around acting like the sky was falling, were generally unpleasant, and overly defensive. But she would deal with it. That's all you could do, really. Plus, Gabby believed that there was some good in everyone, and that went for the population of Bellum Letale as well.
At the warning, she raised both eyebrows. "Who's in P3?" But she was sure she would be alright. She wasn't the clueless, delicate flower 99.9% of the residents probably believed her to be, but it didn't really matter what they thought. There was a reason she had been studying her 'craft' so intensely since moving in. "Yes, I realize there's a lot of questions, but the situation sort of calls for it."