"We are in Manhattan," she says uncertainly. "Aren't we? I have not been there for very long - but it is an island." The question hovers just beyond her tone. Surrounded by water, but not the sea. If any of the bridges have been destroyed, they may not have any way to leave at all.

Mako quickly turns her mind away from that option.

"I'm not familiar with the geography," she admits, her voice shrinking slightly.