"Of course, it's not over. Someone's trying to put fear into the City. Or the people of it." Zoe'd done about the same if not worse just after the war. She understood some of what was going on if there were many deaths, many connected deaths. "Only, no one in this place is connected enough to start making trouble. There will be more murders, maybe even acts of extreme violence. Blowing up important monuments."
She wasn't a profiler. She just didn't like what was going on; it felt too familiar. Settling into the seat, she adjusted the mare's leg. There wasn't any threat in the action, just a simple motion, casual.
"A friend of mine was killed on his ship. He might have died fighting for it, but he died there. Where have the others died? Where were they killed?" Zoe was trying to do something she didn't care to do, but found she did it quite a lot - thinking outside the box. Or more, getting involved in things that might not concern her much.