Vanya is slow in answer, and Allison tries to evaluate what that might be meaning. There's the rumbling tension in her stomach of new power feeling whatever that give and take of decisions and disregards is. A strange churning, tightening and loosening in turns, reminding Allison only more and more what she would do to give up this newest inconvenience of this place herself. But it was nothing in the whole world compared to Vanya being hurt by this place, too.

The first answer twinges, and then it releases like a rubber band as Vanya adds more to it. A more Allison might have been able to guess at. She can put together enough of an image of what that might have looked like. Either Vanya huddled down, trying to ignore it all until they left her alone, or Vanya panicked rushing them through everything to get past them and away. It was harder to discount the second given the amount of panic they'd found her in, surrounded by the crowd, outside the base bus for arrivals.

"You could go see someone now? Back on the base, or even somewhere in the city, maybe, if you wanted something smaller and lower key than that?"