Blaze grunts in answer. She knows. Some old, steely, calculating part of her knows exactly what's preying on the officer's mind. The Exo sweeps her gaze over the room, half-consciously cataloging every face she sees: who's known, who's healthy, who's hysterical, who poses significant threat- and something else in her rebels at her own acceptance of the situation. Something newer - and much older, at the same time.

She's not an enforcer, damnit. She's a Guardian. A Titan. A Sunbreaker, reminds the mark swaying at her side. It means being more than a heavy fist.

"We need to fight despair as much as cold and hunger," she says. She turns golden optics back on Katsuya. "Keep people busy, keep them doing something useful. Get them telling stories - there must be a few around where who know some good songs or tales. People need hope as much as they need discipline."