Her brow furrowed as she listened, shaking her head as she dragged a hand through her hair, "Sounds like you guys were Special Circumstances, just, by a different name." She shook her head, leaning back on her hands, "Special Circumstances is like..." Her brow furrowed again, just the tiniest crease down the middle, "Sort of like the wolves keeping the sheep safe." Literally, even, some of the Specials agents were even more predatory than Shay was, and she was close, "We're there to make sure nothing gets out of hand, reverts to the old ways."
A shrug, "And my Cutters are special even in Special Circumstances, it's our job to hunt down the Smoke, group of renegades living out in the wild, half-rusty already, cutting down trees and digging up old mines and stuff." Another head-shake, explaining before he could ask, "And they're dangerous because they steal kids away, like this is some great life away from the cities, and it's not." She knew, she'd been there, "And trust me, sleeping in trees is safer than sleeping on the ground if the firebugs come by."