"No," Darcy draws the vowel out. "Not really? I'm just --"

She laughs, slightly, tucking her hands into her back pockets. "I kind of feel like I'm in a horror movie and, scare chord, this is going to turn out to be some fascist state that reeeeally doesn't like people like me."

Darcy shrugs, and tilts her head up at him. "Pretty sure you're the expert on sizing up unknown situations. What do you want to take a look at?"