"Ah.

Yes, you were being scammed. They--didn't have a plan for what to do with you, before I came along."

She nods.

"I'm sorry."

She doesn't say anything.

She sighs.

"Are there any ways of doing this that would be--less bad than others?"

"Doing - what?"

"Getting everyone to the Arctic Circle."

"I don't know what the choices are."

Unhappily: "One of the options presented to me was having you all packed into shipping containers. I figure we can improve on that."

"I still don't know what the choices are."

"Yeah. Um. The basic idea is that my sister flies everyone there invisibly, but there are better and worse ways of doing that."

"...there are?"

"I assume 'yoinking everyone with no explanation' could be improved upon, for example."

"I can tell people."

"...For that matter it might be possible to pick up the whole district, buildings and all, and have a tiny temporary flying city."

"...I think that might be good."

"Okay. It would still probably be better to warn people."

"How long do I have?"

"I wasn't given a deadline on getting you out of here."

"...I should be done in a couple of hours."

"You definitely have a couple hours."

She retreats inside.

They wait.

Peka sends an email. You didn't really scare her so that's good but you have to kind of be more clear? Vague shit just sounds like it's maybe a threat.

Crap, of course it does, I'm sorry. It's sort of hard to think around all the screaming in my head right now.