Arla was staring at him, the ice cream dripping down her chin. There were Morlocks. In Chicago. Well... well. Some kind of ersatz Morlocks living in Chicago. She didn't know whether to be angry or pleased----and couldn't figure out a good reason to be either. So, she was left hovering in some sort of frozen state of shock until she seemed to realize she had ice cream on her chin and went to wipe it away. She made good work of it, focusing very intently on cleaning up so she didn't have to answer.
"You seriously did that?" she asked, ducking her head as she wiped at her chin with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. "You knew about us? How did you know about us? You didn't know what happened, though. You didn't know about that."