"There's classes and things. And people who live around here who know a hell of a lot more about it than I do. There's people who can get you identification, too. Pretty passable, too, I'd say." Had to be. If it weren't for all those fake documents, she wouldn't have a job. And she needed to keep busy or else she'd just dwell and that didn't look good on anyone. "So basically what I'm saying is, all you have to do is ask."
Emma felt kind of bad for the guy, but hey, he wasn't the first and he wouldn't be the last dropped here. He'd survive. And he seemed smart, asking all the right questions. Maybe too smart. He'd be one to watch, that much was certain. "We're all kind of in this together, I guess. I mean, no one expects it, right? But we're here anyway. So we help out where we can. The kitchen's well stocked so you can actually eat till you're on your feet. The place is secure enough and like I said, we can get you one of those amulet things that'll prevent demons or whatever."
She gave a shrug, nodding towards a building a few blocks away. "That's it. Looks normal enough. We try and blend in, the normal people here, the non-seal-brought-in-ones, most of them have no idea."