"Your guess is as good as mine. There doesn't seem to be any rhyme nor reason to what the Seal does, save that it's a massive jackass. The natives reckon it's tied to some sort of Apocalypse-deal but I don't know about that."
She gestured beyond them, into the city itself.
"There's a couple of options for the Displaced - that's what the natives call folk the Seal drops off; complex called Sanctuary's probably your best bet. You want me to point you in the right direction?"