What she was saying confused him for a moment. The meanings of it all slipped in and The City... Thomas... felt fear. There was a fear of being out in the world without the power, a fear of the pending fire.
He was putting on the clothing she had indicated, quickly as possible, when she began to speak of another meeting. Which did not sound friendly at all.
Thomas stopped long enough to stare at her and see that other face. Hear the threat in the words. But the idea of the fire caught him again, and he began to struggle into the clothing.
Where was he going to go? What was he going to do? He had no powers. He had nothing. She had taken away everything. What did she intend for him in the future? Could he hide from her?
The clothing was on, for the most part. Thomas looked around, unsure.
"Do I leave?" he didn't want to do anything to piss her off more.