Adelaide nods along with Nate’s concerns, and she addresses them, first. "True there’s water here, but you can’t drink the stuff if you’re dead. Of course we defend this place as long as we can… with all our resources, and that wall, it’s a stronghold. But if it gets to the point of run or die, we oughta have somewhere else in mind to go, is all.” In her mind it can’t, it won’t come to that, but Noa’s right that every contingency should be in place.
Then she turns to the other half of things, taps her first fingernail while she thinks it all out. "Archer may see them, question them for whatever sham of a trial they work up, but APD doesn’t get inside La Quinta. That’s all Patrolman domain, so Arch is about as welcome inside as he’d be inside the Dog Park,” she says, confirming Noa’s thought. It seems like another world where she was familiar with all of these nuances and policies of the Capitol, but they come back to her like well-fitting clothes.
"Medical definitely seems like our best bet for getting a first hand look at their situation. Only thing is, those medical requests are real rare - at least they were, when I was familiar with the docs. They’ll put in a request for somebody who’s in good with the people in charge, or if they got somebody they really want to keep alive for whatever political reason. Even then, docs don’t even always pick up the requests. So even with Lita already tapped to go in when she gets a request, we’ll be lucky to get one.” Adelaide is already impatient at the idea of waiting for that to happen. "So we get the information on their situation, finalize the details based on that… and then it seems to me we gotta get in again if we can, give them the finalized version.” Her fingernail taps, taps, lips pursed in thought. “I don’t know if Nina is attached to their case, but she’s a possibility… We’d have to give her a message she could deliver without incriminating herself...”
And then Roman’s point, and Adelaide’s brows are winging upwards. “Now there’s an idea,” she says. “Jims showed me the trucks youall lifted from the DoR, nobody would know till it was too late it’s us and not them…” She tilts her head at Roman, appears intrigued. “Hostages?” she asks, and there is no indication that it’s something that gives her pause, morally. “You think it’ll buy us enough time to be worth the while?”