"I put on a uniform and I kick ass," said Arla. "That's when I leave. That's only when I leave. I don't leave, otherwise. I don't. I don't want to." The world was a great big scary place for someone who lived underground for so long. She felt persecuted and unsafe and under immediate threat. Then again, she had damn good reason to stay in her little place. She went chasing after the Marauders and Sinister, and... look where that landed her. At the same time, with the Morlocks, she'd stayed in her safe place, and they'd ended up slaughtered anyway. No wonder she was twitchy. No place was safe.