"Really? You've been staying on base the whole time? For such a people person, I find that surprising."

And lead he shall. Even with a looming apocalypse, you can't stop the night life of a big city, and while plenty of people would rather move farther inward, 'safer', more would rather stay in the protective shade of a shatterdome. It's the same as any other military installation, Malcolm muses.

He leads York to somewhere not terribly big, no flashier than anywhere else, but there's a thump of music from inside all the same. "After you."