"Anything odd, Master?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "There are people here that are nearly indestructible. Tech geniuses in metal suits. People who can change their size at will. Wizards. Duplicates of the same person from other universes. People with other fantastical powers that even the Force probably doesn't grant. I mean, comparatively, I'm just a pilot, but even I noticed our fellow Starklandians are more than odd. If you want to talk about something specific you're going to have to be more specific." It all should have made her uneasy but it didn't. There hardly seemed a better-eqquiped group of people to get everyone back where they needed to be.
Evaan shrugged, "No one here seems interested in causing too much trouble, and the ones that do cause trouble are easily shamed into behaving themselves. I'm not saying you should trust everyone here, we're both too old to be that naive but most places seem relatively safe and quiet. Personally, I'm a couple blocks from the square. I'm not the farthest out and I'm not the most toward the center. It seemed to make the most tactical sense to me, whatever happens, it should give me time and space to do whatever the situation calls for."