As she's moments ago said to Mr Wayne- "The Doctor's fate can't lie in the hands of any one man, detective," permitting him the respect of his title as he gave her hers, "I'm sure you agree as a man of the law. We have no structure here, and this crisis has made it clear we need one. I'm not presuming to take control myself, but I am advocating that our city - as it is, so long as we're obliged to live here - requires a council. I think recent events speak for themselves in its favour, if for no other reason than we must have order in this matter and see it closed."

Petra bites the inside of her lower lip where it's hard to tell that she's doing it at all; there are decades of standing a step behind one man or the other and biting her tongue that she's forcing herself to ignore right now.