Jobs were all about the right touch. Too much energy, and you wasted your effort and tipped off everybody watching because you were too worked up. Too little energy, and you didn't get the job done. Right now, Iris was trying to walk that line. Only her job was getting one foot in front of another in a straight line. She was surrounded by people she trusted to pay attention to her immediate environment, so she didn't look over her shoulder, she didn't look up into Micah's eyes when he looked over, and she didn't check to make sure James was there if she needed an arm.
She thought ahead while she moved. She could afford to. She thought about different clothes and clean water. She thought about a safe spot and what she might need to do to get it. She thought about getting out of the city. She didn't think about getting back to Bellum Letale.